Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sorry, Mom

Dear Mom,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. And here's hoping another hole-in-one is right around the corner!

I'm writing today because I want to say with all sincerity that I am sorry. What, exactly, am I sorry for? Not for all the teenage angst I exhibited while living with you. (I consider that, to use a golf-related term, par for the course.)

No, what I am sorry for is making you attend all those many plays and musicals I stage managed and directed and toiled so many hours on throughout high school. All of us involved in making M*A*S*H and Guys and Dolls and Hello Dolly and Arsenic and Old Lace and the one-act plays and the senior talent show and so on and so on thought they were magnificent. We were so impressed with how great the performances were. I mean, hell, who wouldn't enjoy seeing them in the fabulous theatre at Lake Braddock?

I'm guessing I was under the hypnotic state of being a part of those productions that I couldn't see that, in the end, they probably weren't Broadway quality. Or even off-Broadway. Or off-off-off Broadway. Or even Catskills quality, for that matter.

I'm sorry. Truly. And I thank you for putting up with them. With experience comes sometimes hard-to-bear hindsight.



P.S. Did I tell you Eldest and Daughter have their winter concert performance at the middle school tonight?


Tara R. said...

I wasn't much of a joiner in school, but my kids were. I expect to receive a similar letter one day.

(Did you actually send the letter?)

Lori said...

K's winter band concert was Thursday night too. The best part was being squished together sitting on the bleachers that were designed for 6th grade bodies. But, at least we got a set, unlike 50-odd other parents who didn't. And we also can look forward to hearing the concert for years to come b/c they record every concert and K insists on purchasing the CD!! Yipee!


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