At least 100 but who’s counting?
I saw two back-to-back children’s Christmas performances today.
Seen one…seen a hundred.
Scrubbed faces. Party dresses. First tie…very uncomfortable.
Always some kid picking his nose the whole time or doing an Elvis impression without even knowing “The King”.
Everybody laughs…except his parents.
Never was one of our child thankfully.
Our angels, Nine and Eleven were just that…angels.
Sometimes I think we have these kids so we can justify all the expensive photographic equipment.
Or maybe it is for the teachers to show us taxpayers what they have been doing all year.
Or maybe it is to launch these little angels on a life that will place them on one side of the stage or the other.
Christmas or whatever holiday is only secondary…it is the growing up process.
It’s bitter-sweet.
We let go a little but today.
But they say the only way to hold on to something is to be willing to let it go.
Henry Havelock Ellis once said “All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
I think that’s true.
