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I tell her every day

Aidan and I got to see Bruno Mars on Sunday night. It was her first concert experience since the Wiggles toot-toot-chugga-chugga’d into Denver during their 2002 tour. We met Murray Wiggle that afternoon. It was a big enough deal that I included the news in our Christmas letter.

I didn’t get out much in 2002.

I didn’t get out much in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010—at least to many concerts and shows with the kids. I’ve seen a few with them, but nothing approaching the popularity and broad appeal of Bruno Mars.

Our experience was thanks to sheer dumb Twittery luck. I RT’d and followed @popchipsCO for a chance to win 2 tickets and my name was plucked out of Bruno’s fedora. It was a happy surprise. They FedEx’d the tickets to me along with 9 bags of crazy addictive popchips in 7 different flavors. A few days later, Aidan and I found ourselves snug in some nice seats at a nearby arena.

My first real concert experience happened around 1986 or so when Sting performed in Denver at a venue called Fiddler’s Green. My mom treated my sister and I to a trip over the mountains from Grand Junction. It was a huge deal to us. Not many nationally or internationally-known music superstars stopped in Grand Junction for anything more than a bathroom break or a layover on their way to Aspen or Telluride.

I suppose I was thinking of how much fun I had on that trip when I decided to take Aidan with me to Bruno Mars. Of course, the fact she likes and knows his songs helps.

The whole night, I thought about how grateful I was to be there with her. She’s off to high school next year and it’s a bittersweet time in her life and mine. She’s my first baby. It’s important that I spend time alone with her, away from the chaos and cacophony of life with a zillion little siblings to do something cool. Grown-up. To stay up late, to have lemon meringue pie after, to talk, to laugh. To buy a shirt for her that will remind me that happy surprises should always be embraced and commemorated in 100% cotton.

The last song of Bruno’s regular set was Just the Way You Are.

What did I do? Got teary-eyed.

Never was there a more teary mama than me. Cut me open. I don’t have blood in my veins. I have sap. Pure sugary syrupy sentiment powers these fingers and my heart and my tear ducts. Bruno’s lyrics got to me right here, square in the heart:

Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She’s so beautiful, and I tell her everyday
Yea, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won’t believe me
And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see
But every time she asks me, do I look okay, I say

When I see your face, there is not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are

Anyway, it was one of those moments I admit to being a little over-the-top when it comes to assigning Grand Significance, but it’s true.

I tell her every day.

And she doesn’t always believe me.

9 comments to I tell her every day

  • It is amazing how quickly the time flies! I try to remember to cherish every moment with Elizabeth. 5 years until college…WOW. Her little brothers take much of my time, so I try to make sure we get some Girl Time, as well. SO happy for you and Aiden!!

  • I think the sap flows freely from my veins as well. This was a great post, Gretchen, and it’s always a good reminder to enjoy each phase (even as you’re willing some of them away), because that child will never be there again.

  • oh my, look at her! i want to pinch her cheek and ask her to babysit.

    i’ve been accepting my sappy-teary-mushy side more and more as the years go by. it is just part of who i am.

    my mom took me to a lot of concerts when i was little. a lot of cornerstone festivals and i have an amazing late-80s amy grant story. (she gave me pizza and carried me around her bus! i was five!)

  • Beautiful! This post totally made the mama-sap come out of my tear ducts too! I feel just like this about my own oldest baby!
    Thanks for the reminder to just stop and enjoy her. now.

  • She is a beauty. What a great thing to share with her.

  • Oh you are such a special mom!!! There is sap dripping over my keyboard after reading that and I don’t even know who Bruno Mars is!!!

  • Amy

    It sounds like you two had a wonderful time. What a great mother-daughter memory!

    I am convinced that something happens to mothers during labor. While we’re obviously distracted, the doctors magically turn our blood into sap. They’re sneaky like that.

    Have a great weekend!

  • Lenae

    What a fun, sweet, memorable night for both of you! My girl is still so little that I just can’t imagine what it will be like when we can laugh over a piece of pie… but I know it will be amazing 🙂 I’m glad you got to share this with Aidan.

  • I love that you got to do this with Aidan! What a great memory and a fabulous way to transition to high school. I love that song too.

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