How am I to help guide my Teen through her "Peer drama", "I don't want to grow-up", "Leave me alone can't you see I'm not a baby any more?" filled life, when I absolutely hated being that age myself?!
I was a chaperon for my daughter's 7th grade field trip to see the Alvin Ailey dancers at a stunningly gorgeous venue, the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall (for those of us old enough to remember it will always be known as The Paramount.)
This was a city wide event for schools so we really needed to represent our neighborhood. Silly me thinking that the kids would make an attempt to dress up ever so slightly with maybe a shirt that wasn't so tight, or so low, or jeans that weren't so torn. Oh well, on with the show.
There is a drawback (no pun intended) while living in a "City of "Bridges", our bus was caught on a bridge on-ramp for a half-an-hour. I am already not a huge fan of this troop and this really put my patience to the test. (*closing eyes*... I'm in a pretty meadow... and in that meadow are fragrant flowers... and nestled in those flowers is a fully stocked bar... I'm in a pretty meadow...)
We made it to the venue with minutes to spare and I was the lucky chaperon who was given the honor of guiding the children that the teacher was having "difficulty" with. *heavy sigh* I've been hanging out in class with most of these kids since Kindergarten and it's hard for me to hear the more grown versions call their teacher a Bitch. There's a part of me that wants to talk with them about their situation, guide them to a healthier way of dealing with their emotions and another part of me that wants to see how they'd react to a large bar of soap in their mouth. (I love daydreaming.)
In the end, the Alvin Ailey dancers were transforming. They were powerful, evoking emotion that I didn't think I had for a modern dance performance. Just beautiful. I hope the kids got it. What ever "it" is.
I hope they were inspired.
Hope
I was a chaperon for my daughter's 7th grade field trip to see the Alvin Ailey dancers at a stunningly gorgeous venue, the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall (for those of us old enough to remember it will always be known as The Paramount.)
This was a city wide event for schools so we really needed to represent our neighborhood. Silly me thinking that the kids would make an attempt to dress up ever so slightly with maybe a shirt that wasn't so tight, or so low, or jeans that weren't so torn. Oh well, on with the show.
There is a drawback (no pun intended) while living in a "City of "Bridges", our bus was caught on a bridge on-ramp for a half-an-hour. I am already not a huge fan of this troop and this really put my patience to the test. (*closing eyes*... I'm in a pretty meadow... and in that meadow are fragrant flowers... and nestled in those flowers is a fully stocked bar... I'm in a pretty meadow...)
We made it to the venue with minutes to spare and I was the lucky chaperon who was given the honor of guiding the children that the teacher was having "difficulty" with. *heavy sigh* I've been hanging out in class with most of these kids since Kindergarten and it's hard for me to hear the more grown versions call their teacher a Bitch. There's a part of me that wants to talk with them about their situation, guide them to a healthier way of dealing with their emotions and another part of me that wants to see how they'd react to a large bar of soap in their mouth. (I love daydreaming.)
In the end, the Alvin Ailey dancers were transforming. They were powerful, evoking emotion that I didn't think I had for a modern dance performance. Just beautiful. I hope the kids got it. What ever "it" is.
I hope they were inspired.
Hope