Couldn’t Be Prouder

This is a gushing mom post.  Skip if mom stuff bores you.  But this boy, my Ty, had me in tears Saturday with his performance in his school play.  He sang.  He danced.  He acted his heart out and I cried, tears falling throughout his entire first scene.

I was so proud.  I loved his courage.  To sing solo when we’re not a family of singers.  To dance, to utter French exclamations, to play the comedian.  This is my quiet son.  My son that is so often outshone by his older brother.   My son that came alive with hundreds of people watching.

I still get teary when I picture him on stage.  He had one of the biggest parts.  Had to learn 15 pages of dialogue, and some of his speeches were really long.  I was nervous for him.  I grew up in theatre, grew up going to auditions, and from junior high on, participated in community plays and apprenticed with a professional Shakespeare company.   I wasn’t sure if he’d remember all his lines.  Wasn’t sure if he’d be awkward up there with such a big role.  Wasn’t sure he could do it.

But he did.

And then some.

And so tears fell, and he saw, and he asked me  later why.  I told him it was because he blew me away.  He was better than I could have imagined.   My boy  that forgets his homework, loses essential paperwork, has a desk that makes teachers shudder, is a star. 

And I couldn’t be prouder.

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