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Take Your Kids to the Symphony

As you might imagine, the top event of the weekend for three boys does not involve buttoning up an oxford shirt, pulling on freshly-pressed khakis, and slipping into the dreaded loafers, only to have to sit still for 2+ hours while listening to music. “What will we do there, mom?” my second son asked.  “Just sit and listen?”

Nonetheless…
This weekend, we did exactly that.  This wasn’t a kid-oriented performance, either.  We’ve been to those; they’re short, sweet, and aimed right at the kids.  But Peter and the Wolf and Green Eggs and Ham are an entirely different scenario from a “real” night at the symphony.   With babies crying in the next aisle over and kids passing goldfish around like trading cards, the kids’ productions don’t call for top-notch behavior.  Sitting next to people who haven’t spend time with kids in decades changes the dynamic a bit! 
We decided to risk the change in dynamics and took the boys along to Saturday night’s not-to-miss performance.  Victor Vanacore, a Grammy winning composer, conductor, and pianist, who has worked with Ray Charles, The Jackson 5, Johnny Mathis, and Barry Manilow, brought his show of salsa and mambo music to our little corner of the world.  He wowed us with his enthusiasm and energy.  He inspired us with his dedication and excitement.  He made us want to move to the Caribbean to hear more of this delightful sound.  
We were banking on this delightfulness, of course.  We hoped that by taking them to hear salsa and mambo, we’d up the odds of them actually enjoying the show, much more so than if we took them to a traditional night with straight-up classical tunes.  It was the perfect opportunity to ease them in with something a little more uptempo and fun.  Our youngest plays my old steel drum band CD endlessly, so we knew he’d like it.  Our eldest loved it, too.  He’s taken piano for years and is learning the drums at school, so he has a good deal of appreciation for just how much practice goes into getting those notes exactly right.  Our second son pretty much just endured it, dropping his head to his hands every now and then, wondering when this was all going to end.  Because we’re not above a little bribery, we indulged him with Sierra Mist and lifesavers at intermission.  This simple act went a long way towards boosting his spirits and may have given us another chance at taking him again.
In the end, however, there was an entirely unexpected bonus to the night.  As we watched Victor Vanacore play and lead and thoroughly enjoy himself, my eldest son remarked “I think he’s having the most fun of anyone here.” I think he was right.  You couldn’t help but to be awed by this man’s verve.  He loves his job, he loves his job, he loves his job.  It was that evident.  I’m fairly certain that given the choice to go back and do it all over again, he’d end up in exactly the same place.
The opportunity to see that lesson in practice–find your passion, follow your dream, develop your strengths–was priceless.  Our boys didn’t have to listen to a lecture from us about the value of finding your passion.  They saw it with their own eyes.  We didn’t sit them down and say “Work hard boys.  Follow your hearts and you will find your calling.”  Nope.  We didn’t have to say a thing.  As our boys sat there watching and listening, they got to experience Victor Vanacore radiate love for his profession first-hand.  They heard him talk about the early struggles and they heard him talk about winning a Grammy.  And they watched him conduct and play with joy that was palpable. Thank you Mr. Vanacore.  That lesson alone was worth every bit of cajoling it took to get the oxfords buttoned, the khakis worn, and the loafers on.

Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon, by Stages Theatre Company


When my two oldest boys were younger, our local symphony performed Green Eggs and Ham (to music, of course); it was their first symphony experience, and it was a hit.  We’re lucky to live in a community where these kinds of events aren’t hard to find.  The symphony has also done Peter and the Wolf and various other adaptations.  In the summer, they play outside at the empty ski hill, so families (or romantic couples) can enjoy an evening of their melodies under the stars.  It’s a perfect, easy introduction to the symphony for kids, and a wonderful evening out for grown-ups.

Recently, the very friendly Kristin Gast, from the PR firm Tunheim Partners, invited my family to attend a musical adaptation of Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon by Stages Theatre Company.  I’m certain she was hoping for some free publicity for the gig in exchange.  Alas, it is too far away and our schedules are too tight.  We won’t be able to attend.  However, Ms. Gast is in luck!  She was correct in guessing that this type of thing is right up my alley, so I’m going to tell you all about it anyway because I’m nice that way.  And if I could get my kids there, I would.

If you can get your kids there, I encourage you to go and enjoy a Wii-free night with your family.

Details:  You’re invited to a special performance.

What:   Goodnight Moon performed by Stages Theatre Company

Where:   Hopkins, MN

When:   Beginning this Friday, January 16 – Sunday, February 15

How Much:    $15 – adults; $11 – kids and seniors

More Info:   Visit the Stages Theatre Company website or call them at 952-979-1111.

And A Tidy New Year: Cleaning Up After Christmas

In the early years of our marriage, we had a conversation that went something like this:

Spouse #1:  Honey, why do you always put your work clothes on that chair in our room?  It’s only few more steps to the hamper.  Can’t you get them to the hamper?

Spouse #2:  Ummmm, ummmmm, I don’t know, I guess so.

This conversation isn’t unusual, I know.  It plays out all over the world on a weekly basis.  The twist here is that I’m the guilty party.  My husband, the neat freak, is Spouse #1.  It’s sad, but true.  I’m the one who leaves socks on the bedroom floor, stacks piles of papers on her desk, and has to try really, really hard to remember to make the bed.  (I’m usually the last one out.)

So you can imagine that if left to my own devices we might put the ornaments away around the 4th of July, along with the plastic Easter eggs.  Naturally, since I am married to a neat freak, this isn’t how it happens. 

This year—as you may remember—we drove long and far to visit our families for the holidays.  We left our house in the wee hours of December 26, which means that we left a decorated tree and all of the Christmas loot at home, along with a few cookies on the counter for a science experiment.  We’re always thinking about our kids’ educations, you know?  When we returned from our lengthy trip with bags full of dirty laundry and a trunk full of new toys, the only thing I really wanted was a long, hot shower.  Alas, it wasn’t to be.  My neat and tidy husband had other ideas.  

“Let’s get everything into the house,” he said, “and then get the ornaments and decorations put away, so we can take down the tree.” 

“Huh?” I said, startled by his ambition.  “Huh,” I repeated, still thinking “hot shower, hot shower, hot shower.”

And so we begin.  And most years, even if we stay home, it’s the same.  Choose the day and get it done:  Ornaments off the tree and into the big box.  Lights down, wrapped around some wire thing my husband rigged up to keep them neat, and into the light box.  Tree out the door to the park that recycles them (this is his job).  Decorations off of the mantle and into the decoration boxes (this is mine).  And on it goes.  While the decoration day is a festive affair with music and snacks and holiday joy, the take-it-all-down day is just business.  Get it done.

And I must admit that I’m glad my husband is wired this way.  Because, in the end, I love being neat and tidy, too.  I just wouldn’t get there by myself.

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