Echoes Of Time

So today's a busy day for us after a very late night last night.
While beautifully elegant, this year's band show
Echoes of Time
is taking up a lot of time and energy.

Joshua needed to be up at 5:30 for today's competition, so a bleary-eyed me stumbled around in the dark trying to wake up just enough to drive him to school for rehearsal. As he was eating the cereal I made him for breakfast, he asked if I could buy him a show shirt when I got there. Not planning on going, I offered to give him $20 and encouraged him to figure out how to get one for himself.

That's when mommy guilt started to hit. No, I hadn't planned to make the trip across town to Conroe because, quite frankly, I'm exhausted. I worked a 2 1/2 hour shift in the concession stand last night after a long day at the office and didn't even hit the pillow until midnight. And now I'm up before the sun, so no, I'm not coming tonight. Me. Me. Me. And out of the blue, the dong of the bell changes pitch. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

So I headed to the morning competition, where I made arrangements to hitch a ride to be there tonight as well. Because our days together are numbered and, in the end, it won't matter that I got that extra nap or saved myself from the possible traffic jam through construction on I45.

What will matter at the end of the day is that I can tell my son,
"Wow, great job!"
and know what I'm talking about,
'cause I was there to experience it firsthand.
To see it.
To feel it.
To love it.