So, I took my daughter with me to see Duran Duran a few nights ago. Though she’s eleven and had no idea who they are, she was still excited at the prospect of going to a concert for the first time.
We got dressed in hip, understated shades of black and gray while my husband and son were at Cub Scouts and headed across the bridge to Clearwater. While driving, I couldn’t help but think of how many other times, back in my youth, where I’d been with friends in a car on the way to a concert; blaring the music of the night, speeding, drinking and behaving like dogs let off a chain. We were very irresponsible *nods solemnly*
This, on the other hand, is soooo very tame, I thought, as we talked about school, cheerleading and the boy my daughter has a crush on. If there was ever any doubt before, I am most definitely a mom now.