A cheesy parenting moment
I had one of those cheesy parenting moments today and I thought I'd share.
My daughter's Russian music group had their end of year concert today. Now, concert is a big word for this - they sang 2 songs and danced around to a couple of songs. But the teacher was great and make it a big deal - they even had a New Year's tree (in Russia, we had a tree for New Years, and it wasn't a religious holiday - everyone celebrated) and Santa Clause (who is called Grandpa Frost).
When the kids went up to sing my husband went off to the site to try and get some nice photos. After about a minute, as they were singing away, I found myself mouthing the words with too much enthusiasm - when I looked over, my husband was doing the same. We were so into this silly song it was hilarious.
And then I had the moment - of feeling like a really excited and proud parent, of caring very much about this silly song, of bursting with pride because my daughter got through it great. It was 10am on a Saturday and four years ago I'd be reading the New York Times and drinking a big latte in some hip New York cafe. I used to love that.
But that was before I had a chance to watch my daughter sing a song about a hamster for a holiday party. Now I much prefer this:)