a Norman Rockwell moment
In the kids’ elementary school, there is a holiday concert every year where the 4th & 5th grades perform, both instrumentally and vocally. It’s a big rite of passage for the kids, to finally be in the holiday concert.
We went last night, and as we sat there, listening to the squeaking clarinets, and the Alvin-and-the-Chipmunks imitations, I thought, “there are people all over the United States right now, having this same experience. We’re part of this great circle of parents, listening to their kids sing awkwardly.”
There’s a lot of parenting that’s hokey. We do these pedestrian things that parents have done for decades, or milennia.
And that’s what makes it beautiful.
Bumblebee Sweet Potato 