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Monday, May 16, 2011

AKASuperMom…

He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life

AKASuperMom….

6 Train up a child in the way he should go,
and when he is old he will not depart from it. 
Proverbs 22:6

The Saturday evening before Mother’s Day, every year for the last 12 years, my 14-yr-old and I have attended the ballet.  We call it “Chick Night.” We take care dressing, fancy hair and manicured nails, before dispatching to an evening of unhurried conversation, dining, and sharing something we both love, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre.
 
The first year, the tickets were a gift from my mother-in-law, who joined us. Every year since, I have surprised my child with tickets in a different location, from first row orchestra (on center), to second tier, where the experience is more production, less intimate, but no less captivating.  We’ve literally sat in nearly every section of the theatre.  Now that we are so familiar with the company and its repertoire, we compare performances, year over year.
As she grows, the experience has evolved beyond just attending the event.  I look forward to spending time with the interesting young woman she has become, catching up, hearing her thoughts, getting a window into her world.  

She’s already asked if we’ll still be doing this when she’s away at college.  I pray we’ll be doing it until I’m buying tickets for a granddaughter (or two) to joins us, and even that the tradition will continue long after I’m gone.
 
What’s the training? That we fellowship together, look forward to spending time together.  That I am teaching my daughter a lifelong appreciation for and loving support of the arts, both as a participant and a patron. As dancers, many years, we have observed choreography only to comment, “hmm, that’s how it should be done…”

I want to be SuperMom, like my mom.  I want to give to my girl, as my mom gives to me, a sense of flawless invincibility, of strength grounded in faith, the ability to flawlessly sashay into a theatre like we own the joint, being cool, gracious, friendly, the one you’d pray to be. I want, I pray, to infuse her with a spiritual cool that carries her from girlhood to womanhood, from being single to being married, from being wife to mom, so that there will always be ballets, and family dinners, and secrets to share, and experiences to remember.
 
I learned to be a mother from my mom.  I’m trying to train up my child to conquer the world, because it is her birthright. So, as I navigate the teen years, and learn to breathe instead of scream when things get rough, I know I can always look forward to “Chick Night.” And when I think the teen years will simply never end, I am reminded of my abundant blessings.  Providing further evidence that God is Good.

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