I would like to remind everyone (again) that by Friday night-like most parents are-I'm pooped. As is my Bestie but I dragged her along (Insert winky face). By 4:30 pm began the inner monologue in my head about all the reasons why I should go and if yoga pants are an acceptable outfit for the theater. It's not. Never do it.
The grandPARENTS. Ralp&Virginia Partida
Nostalgia! I was not born in the area of the music in Smokey Joe's Cafe but I was raised by my Grandparents and they were. At first note (No dialog, script or plot. Just music) thoughts of my Grandparents where with me and that immediately after the show I should call them.
With every song I heard my Grandpa tell me stories of his youth and I was flooded with a memory of my Grandparents singing Yakety Yak on the way to Lytle Creek.
Really such a talented cast. Danielle King gotta say is my fave...Cause I'm a Woman W-O-M-A-N! Smokey Joe's Cafe is playing until Sept 15th if you have time go see it and be ready to reminisce.
Smokey Joe's Cafee at the Woodlawn Theatre Aug 15 through Sept 15 Director/Choreographer Chris Rodriguez Show times are Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 p.m. and Sundays at 3 p.m. Tickets available for purchase online at www.woodlawntheatre.org, or by calling the box office at 210-267-8388. Prices are $15 for students and children, $20 for seniors and military, and $23 for adults. Special dates: There will be no show on Saturday, September 6, as the cast of Smokey Joe’s Café will be performing at the Woodlawn Theatre’s first-ever gala. The Woodlawn Theatre is San Antonio’s historic community theatre, located in the heart of the Deco District at 1920 Fredericksburg Road, just south of Hildebrand. Free parking with security patrol is available.
Today I am sad. I've been living life these past few weeks a numb person. Functioning. Laughing. Smiling. Productive...but numb. Today I am feeling. I am sad. I miss my daughter. My 3hawks. My Crazy Horse. We use to say things like:
" Are you ready spaghetti"?
"Let's go Geronimo".
"You got it CrazyHorse".
In my head I know that this is not the end of the world. Lots of children chose to live with the other parent. This doesn't mean that I am less of a parent and less her mom. In this modern world it would be impossible to keep me from communicating with her. Texting. Email. Skype...And the old fashion phone call...but I miss her.
I don't know what happens to mothers and daughters by the time adolescents comes. I don't know if it was just me. I don't know if she'll ever really know how much I love her. Love is a beautiful thing. Love is a hurtful thing. Love is a selfless thing.