...let it gooooooooooooo!
That's what I've told myself at least ten...twenty times this evening. But myself just isn't listening to myself.
We went to watch Meg's school concert tonight, with a little help from our friends at Iris House in the way of a respite carer for Sam.
So we're sitting there watching the Gr 1's rendition of Frozen and I think to myself "Boy, these kids are so tiny! "
Meg was tiny too.
Seven years ago.
This is Meg's last primary school concert.
This is my last primary school concert.
Sam won't have a primary school concert.
Sam won't have any concert.
I want Sam to have a concert.
I want Sam to be dancing around in an oversized Olaf costume, trying to find my face in the crowd.
I want to be cheering him on alongside the hockey field.
I want to chat animatedly about what Sam wants to be when he grows up.
I want to tease him about the little girl who smiled sweetly at him in the shops.
I want to write out birthday invitations for kids HE HAS asked to his birthday party.
I want to ground him for not doing his chores.
Sometimes I just want normal.
I hate the idea of normal...bleh!
But sometimes my heart breaks for normal.