I mentioned in my last (very dreary) post that our oldest son has had a harder time adjusting than we expected he would. That isn’t to say that he’s shaved half of his head and wearing black and chains — no, his tender heart just gets a little sensitive sometimes, and he misses his pals. It is our job as his parents to be aware of these moments, and to do what we can to bring comfort and security, and it is also our joy to get to treat him to some of life’s pleasures in the midst of this difficult time.
A few months ago I got word that my all-time favorite band was coming to Austin. I immediately asked Rocky if we could go, since I missed them the last time they were in Texas. He loves me, and he knows how much I love Switchfoot, so he gave the nod and I bought the tickets, only to find out an hour later that he would be out of town that night. I was a little devastated because I for sure wasn’t going to go to a show alone, especially not somewhere I wasn’t familiar with. “I’ll just have to make a friend by then,” I said with a grin.
The next day we were all in the car, singing along to Switchfoot’s latest album “Fading West,” and Rocky had the brilliant idea for Salem to be my +1 to the concert. It would be his first rock concert ever and he loves Switchfoot too. I was immediately on board, and crazy excited to get to be the one to take Salem on such a memorable date. I was also thrilled that he is still young enough to want to be seen with me at a rock concert. I can’t say I was as gracious with my dad when he took me to one as a kid (although I think he was quite happy to sit far away from a row of screaming girls . . .)
So last Wednesday night we went out on a mommy/son date that I hope he’ll never forget. It was an incredible night for both of us, a break in the clouds for me, and an experience that renewed his love for music and drumming, as he stared adoringly at the drummers for each band that played.
The first band (Penny and Sparrow) was great. Beautiful harmonies and lyrics, but a little low-key for a Switchfoot show, and Salem looked at me like, “Um, why are we here?” Then Kopecky Family Band took the stage and my little 9 year old’s eyes grew wide as saucers. He turned around and looked up at me with stars in his eyes and said, “This. Is. Awesome.”
Here’s a little photo documentation (all iphone 5 quality) of our night out.
Aside from the fact that music is one of my favorite means of expression, and it hits me so deep in my soul that I never want it to stop, getting to share a live experience like that with my son was so amazing. He got super tired about halfway through Switchfoot’s set — it was a really late night and he still had school the next day — but we managed to make it through part of the encore, when they finally played Salem’s favorite song. I’m so glad I convinced him to stick around, and so thankful that we were able to let go of everything else going on outside of those walls, and let amazing music captivate us for a few hours. The excitement lingered the next day, when I saw that some members of the Kopecky Family band had ‘liked’ some of our pictures from the concert on Instagram. Salem was particularly excited that the drummer was one of the ‘likers.’ He was completely mesmerized by that guy’s rockstar status!
And now? My inner rockstar is crying out to be seen and heard. Oh, dear. What will I do with her?