An evening of fun...mostly
Yesterday we took the kids to a local community carnival for a spot of fun, and Abba tribute band and their first fireworks. We met up with friends and met some more while we were there. During the Abba performance fellow groupies Miya and her friend wormed their way to the front of the mini mosh pit. "I"'s mum and I watch from a few metres back as our girls had an awesome time bopping along to Abba. The final song was played and we moved forward to collect the girls...then the lights went out and the fireworks started. The crowd surged around the stage.
I managed to see Miya and grab her but we couldn't find her little friend. What seems like ages but was probably 3 or 4 minutes passed before we located her. My heart is still beating fast this morning when I think about it. Our children are so so precious and I thank God that we found "I" so quickly.
We walk a fine line between letting our children experience the world (in this instance, the mini mosh pit and the excitement of the concert) and wanting to hold their hands all the way through life. I want my children to grow and experience the world....not to be stiffled by an over protective mother (which is my natural tendency)
Why couldn't the concert organisers have done what the Wiggles do? Warn parents that the lights are going down soon and to find their kids and hug them tight.