And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Today was long and stressful and exhausting.
My job is ridiculously high stress sometimes. So much that I can physically feel the anxiety creeping from my stomach up through my chest and then my heart starts pounding and I can't get it to stop. Does anyone else ever feel like that? Like no matter how hard you work and how fast you work and how much you work, it is never going to be enough?
So I was feeling like that on my drive home. And then I remembered. Tonight was Set B's Spring Piano Recital (!), at the home of their fabulously talented teacher, Ms. U.
And just like Longfellow, the thought of my little ones and classical music made my anxiety fold up and steal away.
It was magnificent.
Ok, maybe they didn't just stop in my neighbor's driveway on the way home and spontaneously start curtsying. Maybe I made them do it. Girls should curtsy after a classical piano recital, right? Wait. Maybe they should have done a lady bow. Like on Miss America. Oh well, there is always next year.
Please notice that my girls are so used to me that they did indeed just stop on command, and curtseyed, and smiled while doing it. I do love me some well-trained (ahem, behaved) little girls.
My little Set B still holds hands. I know for a fact the day they stop holding hands I will have to take a personal day and lay in my bed with the blinds closed.
I will be that sad.
I know, we were all very excited that I figured it out.
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