As an early Christmas gift, I took my 7 (and a half, as she will be quick to point out) year old daughter to see Justin Bieber in concert last night. She was decked out from head-to-toe in appropriate Bieber attire, looking quite the part of adoring fan. Mom, having received word through the grapevine that the paternal escorts were to dress up for such great events, remained in a quandary as to what to wear up to the very last second. Going for the split-the-difference plan, I went with jeans with heels. This appeared to be an acceptable choice from a casual visual survey of the other moms in attendance. (It appeared the dads felt none of the same pressure to be dressed appropriately, but that's a whole different blog.)
After some anxiety causing delays (a wreck on the interstate), and some, um, intense driving (Thank you, God, for having the state troopers somewhere else!) we made it to the concert while the opening act was still on-stage. Meeting up with my friend and her daughter, those under the age of 10 were soon dancing and singing. Mommas were left grinning from ear to ear.
My heart-melting moment came towards the end of the concert. My daughter turned to me with this serious, sincere look, hugs me, and says, "Thank you Momma!" Yep! That was the look that will win my heart over and over again. It was SO worth the hearing loss and sleep deprivation.
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
For you, I would have done whatever
And I just can't believe we're here together
And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you
I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring
And I'm in pieces, baby fix me
And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream
I'm goin' down, down, down, down
And I just can't believe my first love won't be around
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