Have you ever been the worst mom in the world?
It was last year, right around this time, and Chloe's first grade class had been chosen to do a special Thanksgiving play at the local retirement home. On top of that, Chloe had been given the role of Jane, who was the lead. Or as much of a lead role as you can have in that sort of production. I was so excited to see her in the play. So excited.
I even told Joel the morning of the play that we would need to go see it at noon. And then I went grocery shopping and ran a few other errands.
And forgot all about the play.
When Chloe got off of the bus that day, she looked at me and said, "Mom, you weren't there." And I started bawling, right there in front of the bus driver and everything. I was inconsolable. How could I have possibly let stupid errands interfere with seeing my own daughter's shining moment? Chloe was sad, but when she saw how distraught I was, she started comforting me and said it was fine, even though I knew it totally wasn't.
You just don't miss things like that as a parent.
But guess whose class got chosen to do the same play again this year? Chloe's. She didn't get cast as Jane, but she was an adorable little pilgrim girl, and more importantly? I was there.
I had to rush from a lesson, and so I was a couple minutes late. I parked my car and I ran all the way through the (very full) parking lot, through the front doors and to the elevator. And as soon as I walked through the elevator doors into the room where the kids were already singing a little Thanksgiving pre-show, Chloe saw me and her whole face just lit up.
And she sang to me the rest of the time, with a giant perma-grin on her face. And once again, I cried--but this time it was for the simple joy of being there.
Want to see Chloe playing the role of a pilgrim on video? I know I'm her mom and all, and I have to say it, but she's a pretty good little actor, and more importantly, she's adorable. Click here to watch, and don't forget to leave your comment to win a $100.00 Visa gift card from BlogHer.