Home on the Range

I am enjoying a rare hour at home alone with nothing to do in the middle of the afternoon. I left work early to attend my son's spring concert...ironic that the freezing rain we are experiencing is supposed to turn into snow before long. Spring has not yet sprung here! The program's farm theme was cute, the kids cuter and of course, my son the cutest. It explains why he has been wearing a bandanna around the clock - even to bed and once to church - he was getting in character. I'm not sure that he even knew I was there and I am so not one of those parents that is going to scream and yell and make a scene to be seen. Never mind that I couldn't have gotten up if I wanted to because the woman who wedged in beside me took up half my chair and then pinned me in the other half. As much as it annoyed me when she got up mid program to leave because her child's part of the performance was over, it was a relief to be able to breathe. I shouldn't fault her...by the time the third graders were done, the gym was more than half empty. It bugs me because it doesn't show much respect for the performers or the teachers. Knowing that my son will be on stage later in the show, doesn't make it right for me to come in the middle of the program. Now having written that, I do understand that calendars are often difficult to clear and circumstances beyond our control often dictate where we will be when, but I think a mass exodus is simply proof of the egocentric way in which so many live their lives.

It hit me when I got in my car that my Mom would have been the one next to me beamimg with pride. It made feel so sad..so alone, and I said a quick prayer that my son did see me waving to him from the crowd and know that he was not alone.

And on that note, I am going to sign off here and enjoy this precious time I have to myself. Being alone appeals to me right now.