I did it…I took my four kids to a One Direction concert and lived to tell about it. (The kids all survived too, by the way) 🙂 The reason I know I’m alive is because my body feels like all the One Direction tour buses ran over me…several times. I have a headache, a neck ache and pains in my body that I have never felt before, but oh, how it was worth it!
What did the kids think? Marie enjoyed it more than any of them, which is a true sign that my baby isn’t a baby anymore. All though I hate to admit it, I do have a teenager in my household now. Marie proved that last night when she rocked it right along with thousands of other screaming teenagers. She was on her feet through the whole show and (bless her heart) held up the sign that I had created for the photo shoot throughout the concert. It was as if that sign was what made One Direction be there on stage and if she put it down, they would leave.
Patrick had a problem with the crowd and the screaming. We had been there for maybe 45 minutes when he was asking to go home. I don’t blame him, the screaming was loud and it was hot. But I couldn’t turn around and take all the kids back home when we hadn’t even experienced a second of the true concert. All we had seen at that moment was videos from other artists. Not long after Patrick was wanting to leave, Ann was starting to cry and wanted to leave too. So I told her that her aunt would take her out to the corridor, where it’s not as loud. Ann really wanted me, not her Aunt, but I told her that I couldn’t leave Marie.
Yes, I did a very non-Mom thing at that moment. I chose to do something that I wanted to do over something my kids wanted me to do. I had brought my oldest daughter to see this concert and I wanted to experience it with her. Call it my last chance to bond with her before our relationship is strained from her teenage hormones. I wanted to be there with her, enjoying a band that we both loved. It sounds pretty simple and I shouldn’t feel guilty by telling Ann no…but I did. Ever since I have become a mother, I have put my kid’s wishes first and my wishes second. I have done that freely for 13 years, without complaining. However, when you have four kids and they all have their own agenda at hand, it gets a little hard pleasing everyone and still be able to make yourself happy.
Thankfully, my sister came to the rescue and convinced Patrick and Ann to go with her to the corridors. It was a weight off of my shoulders and I will never be able to thank her enough for doing that. But yes, even though the problem was solved, I still hated the fact that two of my children would miss out on this experience. As for Christopher, he was willing to go to the corridors too, but only if I went with him. He wasn’t crying like Ann was, he was more curious about where they were going. When I told him he could go with them, but I was staying, he decided to stay too.
My niece Louise was my go-between for my kids. A little bit after my sister had taken the two kids out of the venue, my niece went to see if everything was okay. She came back to report that my sister had bought them some popcorn and she was going to bring them their water bottles. She stayed out in the corridor with them and helped my sister get them hydrated and feed. Believe it or not, those two amazing women convinced my two children to come back to the concert right before One Direction went on stage and they had fun right along with their big sister. God bless my sister and my niece! They gave me the best gift in the world, the gift of no worries. They removed the burden of feeling divided by my kid’s wishes and let me just enjoy the moment. And that’s exactly what I did…I enjoyed LIFE with my kids.