About 4 years ago I won a gift certificate to Broadway in Chicago. A $100 gift certificate to be exact. I didn’t cash it in until today. I took my mom to see Billy Elliot. The critically acclaimed “Musical of the Decade” by Time Magazine. I think what I appreciated the most was my mother’s excitement.
Thinking we’re going to be late, I rush my poor mother down Randolph to State just to get there on time, denying her eagerness to share her thoughts after the first number and telling her how I didn’t really like the musical-made for the best moments in the theater of my entire life! (I hope you feel the sarcasm.)
I know it sounds horrible but I learned something about myself. I’m a theater snob. I don’t like to be late, I turn off my cellphone and I get pissed when someone climbs over me to get to their seat. No literally climbs over me.
I didn’t get THIS from my momma, so how did I turn into the poor pretentious Prima Donna (cuz I assume most pretentious Prima Donnas have money…but not this one!)
I had to have a reality check with myself during the second half, just enjoy it. I looked over at my mom smiling all cuddled in that scarf (cuz the AC was on Artic!) and relaxed. I’m too blessed to be stressed! Sometimes that energy can ruin a great moment.
It was like coming back full circle; she introduced me to musicals as a kid (I still hum “Bye, Bye, Birdie” from time to time). I’m glad I had that experience-bought the t-shirt, program and a little key chain. I’ll always have that memory. See I got that from my momma!
Peace to the Ma’ Dukes! You still teachin’ me, even when I’m resistant to it! Happy Birthday!!