This year as I was dropping him off back stage in preparation for his act, he said, "Mum, just leave me at the front door, I'll manage the rest." I could not believe the words! I smirked and said, " it's our tradition darling, can't let you go just like that!"
The 9 year old suddenly changed into a teenager when he said, " One day...I'll be big enough to take myself in, mum!" With minimal fanfare I bid him adieu, wished him luck and receded to my car.
Before heading back and starting the car engine my mental pause catapulted into a physical pause leaving me to recapture the whole episode again. The rewinding took less than 2 seconds but has perhaps left a stamp on forever.
There are always traditions and then there is life. I believe as a parent, I need to learn to be more accomodating in his independence and his ability to thrive and prosper as an individual and not just under my shadow.
Three hours and 7 different performances later he came out all smiling, recharged and a winner. I must admit I had the proudest smile on my face.
I'll probably leave my son at the front door next year...and I will leave a bit of my over protectiveness at the back door.
Dedicated to all mothers who find it hard to let go - just like me!
