Tonight was Ben’s last Choral Concert. It was quite a bit of fun and the kids did great! Ben was especially good (what do you expect?). He danced with enthusiasm, sang with gusto, belted out the notes with clarity, and was a presence on the stage in every number.
But tonight’s performance was also a reminder that after the next two weeks, our lives will be quite a bit different. Our son graduates in two weeks and after that, there won’t be any more school programs, parent-teacher nights or early morning bus trips. We’ve doled out the last of the money for weekly lunch, fund raisers and transportation fees. Our last child is about to graduate and I cannot be more thrilled.
In one way, I feel a tremendous sense of freedom. The last of our youngin’s is done and we now have time to ourselves.
On the other hand, all three of my beloved offspring live in my home and that carries its own burdens. Thankfully, two have full time jobs and are turning into productive members of society. I do see changes in store for us all by the end of the summer but even that transition might be tough.
The long and short of it? I spent my last night at a high school music program. Any future programs will be for God-daughters and grandchildren. But by then, I can blame my arthritis for the need to only go to one performance, rather than all of them. And I don’t even have arthritis.
Also, I blame the program for the fact that I didn’t get to walk or exercise in any way today. But tomorrow promises to be better on all accounts.
It was a great Last Dance.