We wondered aloud whether it was something that we should do or if it was something that we could even afford. In the end, our hearts won out and we spent the $200+ to take a very deserving 4-year old boy to his first rock concert.
Even after the tickets were purchased, we second-guessed our decision: Would he want to go home when they weren’t playing is favorite songs? Would he be too fidgety to stay at his seat? Would he be able to stay awake lonnggg past his bedtime?
. . . .
At 11:30 in the evening on Thursday night, Austin was exiting the car and said (spontaneously), “Thank you, Daddy. That was the best day ever.”
In 4 hours, he had gone to his first theater, spent the evening with Mommy and Daddy, and watched all of his favorite songs performed live by his favorite band. He never complained when he did not know a song, had no difficulty staying at our seats, and never came close to falling asleep. And, to top it all off, there was the bass player…
Not many four year olds have had such an experience; even fewer would be so appreciative.
And Mommy and Daddy? We had a wonderfully selfish time, watching him watching the band. Even if he doesn’t remember everything from that night 10 years from now, we will. You see, for the rest of our lives. we will cherish the memories of Austin holding up his rock fingers with Joe, dancing to The Ballad of John Henry, singing Dust Bowl, being fascinated by the spotlights and cheering for an encore.
Very few parents can say that they are so lucky.