So, tonight I took Carys with me to our 'Oliver' rehearsal. Let me set the stage for you: 50 kids ages 8-18 with any amount of energy ranging from passable to hysterical, a small cramped room, parents running around with clip boards, a kid (Alec) laying on the floor holding a paper town up to his bloody nose yelling 'I'm ooookay!,' a choreographer watching, berating and not fixing, a director who every 5 minutes would look over at me with wide, terrified eyes... Oh yes. In a word: pandemonium.
It'll get better..
But anyway- Carys was just a doll baby the whole night. She sat in her car seat for the first 15 minutes then one of the parents couldn't wait any longer and scooped her up. Every few minutes, as I was pounding the keys and trying not to focus on the cacophony of sound I was hearing, I would look over to see how she was. She went from lap to lap all with a smile. Whenever there were breaks, all the 8-11 year old girls would crowd around her (and the accomodating lap) as if she was going to read them a story. It was adorable to watch. Once in a while I would hear her cough or 'baba,' and it was everything I could do not to look over at her instanteously. It's strange to be need in two ways at the same time.
Then, as I was packing my multitude of things, this adorable 12 year old girl Kylie came up to me panting and said that I was the luckiest mom in the whole world. I smiled and just kept on kissing Carys and telling her that that girl was right. Heaven.
But the best part of the evening was actually on the way home. Carys was of course tired from entertaining everyone (ha) and was a bit finnicky. I reached back there and tried to rub her cheak. Well, she grabbed my hand with both her hands and squished it on to her face. All over. Her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, both hands, and didn't let go. She quickly fell asleep and we stayed like that all the way home. And I realized, that if she coulnd't have all of me right there with her, at least the smell and touch of my hand would do.
Nnhh.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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3 comments:
Ok, I'm crying. That's the sweetest thing. You are one very lucky woman.
Aww! Too perfect. Thanks for posting that. Makes me look forward sooo much to our little version of sweetness.
So sweet!
(I'm assuming you don't have a manual transmission? :) )
P.S. Yay - so glad I found your blog through Erin's!
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