“Mom, we have to get there early this time!” said The Hare anxiously, while we packed up for an outdoor concert.
Last summer we bought tickets to see Maroon 5 and Train at the same venue. That was The Hare’s first big concert and her absolute favorite band. (Probably because they are my favorite band and she has been listening to them her whole life.) Unfortunately, we misjudged everything and got to the concert just as it was starting. And when you come to a lawn-seated concert of this size, coming “on-time” is coming late. There was just a sliver of mud left at the far back edge of the lawn. DW hoisted The Hare up on his shoulders for the duration of the concert in the hopes of her catching a glimpse of the show on overhead monitors. The Tortoise and I snuck peaks between dancing bodies. Despite everything, we still had a wonderful time being together as a family, listening to music under the stars. The Hare surprised the audience around her as she belted out lyric after lyric of memorized songs.
Songs she had no real understanding of their content.
This summer we planned to get to the concert an hour and a half before stage call. We were excited to find out we could also bring a picnic dinner and snacks. The girls helped me stuff our bags full of healthy goodies and home-made chocolate chip cookies. A couple of worn-out quilts and sweatshirts made the packing complete. The weather was perfect, mid-70’s and sunny. We grabbed a soft grassy spot center stage at the very front edge of the lawn. It was fun people watching while we ate our dinner and played a few rounds of card games. Before we knew it, the opening act, Christina Perri, breathed life into the night. As the sun set, the air grew chilly and we snuggled under blankets, shoulder to shoulder. Suddenly, the main attraction, Jason Mraz, took stage and the entire audience erupted, jumping to their feet.
All four of us sang and danced as if we were on stage too. This was DW’s favorite artist, and the girls knew every song from listening to him in the car. Suddenly, one of the more provocative songs began. The beat is fun and easy to follow. The Hare has heard the song a hundred times without question, but this time a scowl began forming. Then she crossed her arms tightly across her chest.
“MOM!” The Hare yelled over the animated crowd, “This song is about that gross thing we talked about at Dairy Queen last week, isn’t it?”
My cheeks grew hot as I nodded yes in response.
“Great! Now this song is ruined. I wonder what else you ruined!”