Ok, so apparently I have been living in a bubble, because someone please tell me when my baby girl turned into a baby tween!! I don’t know what rock I’ve been hiding under but it truly didn’t faze me that my first-born was growing up until just the other week. As a side note: I was happier in denial and I am still trying to figure out when she went from this cute little, blonde, pig-tailed sweetheart, that would give hugs out like candy to Ms. THAANG with an attitude.
Oh, believe me, I’ve been warned about the changes that would occur when she entered this stage of her life, I just didn’t want to hear it. My mom was the one who did most of the warning because she thoroughly enjoys and basks in current events so she could remind me what a handful I was. Her favorite advice after one of our OMG I think she’s growing up conversations is, “Hahaha, ooohhh III know, you just wait honey, haha” as she continues to laugh even after I hang up the phone. Yeah, I’ve been warned, but in my insane thinking I thought if I ignored it, maybe it wouldn’t happen. I have to say it worked for quite some time, but what I didn’t realize was that there were all kinds of things happening that I didn’t want to admit to, and now all of a sudden I cannot ignore. For instance and just scratching the surface:
1) My sweet pea is almost as tall as her grandmother; 2) she is participating in “grown-up” conversations and interjecting with witty (sometimes really funny and intelligent) comments, 3) her room has all of a sudden become her sanctuary; 4) She wears a bra!! (I’m still having trouble with this one); and 5) her attitude has become a source of contention (wwheeww) wow it can be nasty!! Now, I’m just bracing myself for the ultimate I-am-in-no-way-shape-or-form-gonna-be-able-to-handle change…boys! I’m really hoping that this one holds off for a while, but I know I’m just being naïve.
Anyway, when it became apparent what was happening without my conscious knowledge, I realized I’d better get with it and be proactive in this new chapter of our lives. I needed to continue to keep her close, even though I knew I was going to have to begin the process of letting go. Low and behold, the perfect opportunity to step into my daughter’s recent secret world came about 2 weeks ago. We were invited to go see JONAS with Demi Lovato!! Holy crap was I excited, I really thought I was gonna be IN!! The Jonas Brothers –how can you beat that? I was gonna be a “cool” mom. Well, my bubble that I have lived in so peacefully until recently totally popped when her enthusiasm wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for. Apparently she’s “too cool” for Jonas and the only reason she wanted to go was to hang out with her best friend. Let me tell you, she was lucky they served beer!!
As we drove into the parking lot of the theater, the roar (I’m sorry…High Pitched Screams) coming from inside was what I could only explain as IN. SANE! The energy that poured out of the entrances could be felt before you got out of the car. WHOA it was crazy. Needless to say, the feeling was contagious. Soon the girls who were “too cool” for the Jonas brothers were right there in front, jumping up and down actin’ a fool with the rest of the obnoxiously loud and very dramatic crowd. I say crowd so I do not leave out the ADULT women who joined in the frenzy. I’m totally for supporting my kid’s fun, but UUUMMMM, and I won’t even talk about the ones there with NO kids.
I have to admit it was a pretty intense, and I will even admit, fun experience. There was some whisper from the “cool” ones because we were sitting on the lawn, but in a turn of events, due to the volume from the speakers and the screeching groupies, our three girls scored some pretty awesome tickets from my cousins. Their poor son just couldn’t hang with the craziness that was happening at the front by the stage. And to be honest, I don’t blame him, I would have bailed too, stating health reasons!!
At the end, the concert was actually not making my ears bleed and the girls had a blast!! Although questionable at first, it turned out, I was pretty cool (at least for the night) and it also turned out all three girls, including the sixteen year old who tagged along, are forever Jonas fans and have scheduled a sleepover to watch the next installment of Camp Rock!!
As exciting as it was, and how incredible it was to experience my daughter’s first concert with her, the best part definitely came at the end. When the music stopped, the lights came on, and we started to head home, my grown up, tween daughter, who only picks her head up from a book or a computer when you repeat her name seventeen times, ran up to me, gave me a GREAT big hug and said “thank you”. Wow, what a feeling!
In conclusion, I may be a little late in realizing that time moves forward and my babies won’t always be little, but I’m beginning to accept it and sort of embrace it, because the sweet little things they used to do ALL the time may only come once in a while now, but when they do, “Sweet” is not the only word I’d use to describe it. So, thank you L & A for the invite, thank you J, C&C for the tickets, thank you A for the sixteen-year-old entertainment (and rockin voice by the way) and Thank You Jonas Brothers for a great night with my always sweet, always cute, but not forever young daughter!!