There is something that happens every time I sit in the theater chair and watch the Diva dance on to the stage.
My heart leaps up into my throat.
Six years of Nutcrackers, five spring performances, and numerous observation days... and still...
when I see her take the stage, my heart fills and my eyes sparkle and... I fall in love with my daughter all over again.
I wonder if it is the same for parents everywhere... we experience moments when we discover a love for our children all over again?
I love the Diva with all my heart. I love sharing her life and learning with and from her. And yet, there are those times when I am awash with that love - or I fall for her all over again as I did when she was born, when she took her first step, when she discovered her love for butterflies and cats and dogs...
perhaps it is the love that comes from watching her find her wings... the love that comes from being proud of her and all that she has accomplished.
She pranced and danced and twinkled her way across the stage (and through my heart) while I sat and watched wanting nothing more than to capture the moment; to save it and cherish it for all that she is and it is. I wanted to have her moment on stage last. I wanted to shout "That's my kid" and yet, I didn't want to take anything away from the moment.
Is there something about seeing a child on stage, performing in the spotlight before hundreds of people, that creates that magical moment in my heart? Or is it something that parents experience when their son takes the soccer field or their daughter dives into the pool? Or maybe when a child graduates from high school?
Although my heart is physically no bigger than it was on Friday - I know that it is filled with that much more love than it was before (and I didn't think I could love the Diva anymore than I did!)