I Had The Time Of My Life...

I had one of the best nights ever last nigh. I drove to beautiful Canandaigua, New York, which, may possibly turn into my new vacation spot. I saw one of my favorites bands, Mumford & Sons live. And I went there with my wonderful and ever astounding 2 and a half year old son. Yes, you heard me right, I took my kid to a rock concert. So let's see how this whole thing unfolded.

About 7 or 8 weeks ago, I found out that Mumford & Sons were going to do a show about an hour and a half away from where I live. If you have not heard this band, they are AMAZING and you need to check them out immediately! Anyway, I jumped at the chance to see them and asked around if anyone was interested in going with me. I got a few nibbles, so I got 2 tickets as soon as they went on sale. So last week, I ended up finding out that the person I thought I was gonna go with couldn't make it due to work responsibilities, which I understand, we gotta make that money :) So, I said to myself, its only a week, I'll find someone to go with me. Well, I didn't, and a few days before the show I posted a desperate plea on Facebook begging anyone to go to this show with me. Not one person accepted the offer out of my "418 Facebook friends", although I did receive quite a few "I wish I could go, but...". Now, I have always had insecurity issues and its gotten 100 times better over the years, but boy was it in full force now. 1, I'm thinking, "Wow, I have no friends" and 2, "No one likes me enough to spend a few hours at a free rock concert with me". Yeah, like I said, in full force. Despite my self loathing, I was going to this show, not just because I had tickets, but because they are one of the few current artists around that truly inspire and make great music. I was going to support them, no matter what. But there was this  dilemma. I had already paid for the extra ticket and I couldn't get my money back. Who was I going to take when I had no taker???

The decision rang almost too loudly in my head...Masaya. Now let me make this clear, I'm not that person who brings their baby to a movie or adult places. No judgement for people who do cause that's your thing. but that has never been me. As far as I'm concerned, his socialization is restricted to the front porch after 7pm. But I was not going to waste my money and hey, he is amazingly hip. I packed every snack you could think of, juice, pull ups, cars, two books and his/my iPod and got on the road. When we got there, the staring began. Maybe it was  because I was one of the only 8 black people there, but I figured by the looks on people's faces it was because I was "that" lady who brought her kid to a rock show. At first I was so embarrassed, I didn't want to be "that" lady and found my self actually telling strangers, "I had to bring him". I caught up with my friend Mandy and her husband Kevin, which was a nice distraction. We chatted and laughed a bit and then we made our  way to our seats. And it dawned on me, why was I ashamed of my child? I mean, no I'm not gonna make a habit of this, but Masaya is awesome. I am so amazed by him on so many levels, but I love the fact that my son not only knows his ABCs, Yo Gabba Gabba and other children's songs, but he loves, Lady Gaga, Queen, Eric Johnson, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Sade, Mumford & Sons and the list goes on and on and on. He is being groomed as a premier artist and as his mother I could not be prouder. To add to the fact, the people around us were so respectful of not only him, but me as well, and we all know how crazy a  rock concert can be. Watching my son rock out was such an amazing experience and him actually enjoying himself and singing along to all the songs more then added to the show, making it even more special.

Like I said, this is not gonna be a habit, but I'm so happy to have shared this with my kid and I can always say that I took him to his first real rock show.

Love to you all,
M  xoxoxo