Sir Paul

It has been a loooong two weeks of sitting on my hands and biting my tongue to keep from telling my Mom that I bought tickets to the McCartney concert for us. I told her she was on a Need-To-Know-Basis and she just didn't need to know details, other than what to wear and when to show up at my house yesterday.

Our good friend Martin was in on it and helped maintain the charade we were going to the High Museum of Art (conveniently at the same MARTA exit) and that they were having an outdoor event, which is why we brought a blanket. The secret was maintained until after we got off the MARTA train at the Arts Center and I confirmed for a concert volunteer we were headed to the concert so we could get street directions on which way to walk. Mom was totally shocked and then so excited.




Seating was unassigned, but we got a decent spot near the top of a hill where we squeezed into maybe three square feet of real estate between other peoples' blankets. An Irish band opened before Paul came on stage close to 8:45pm (lots of waiting and sore/numb backsides from sitting on the ground since 5pm when we were told the concert would start). But oh, was it worth it!




Yes, Paul is older. But his facial expressions and his eyes were still those of the boy from Liverpool, delighting in the response of the crowd and sometimes full of mischief. And that was sexy. Seeing him onstage live (THANK GOD they had two big screens on each side of the stage to show him in clear detail for those of us half a mile from the stage!) and in person was incredible. I was surrounded by so many people who LOVED the Beatles when they were in their teenage years and many of us who were raised on the Beatles by those same teenagers of the 60s. What an awesome energy in the crowd (and no, it had nothing to do with all the joints that were being lit up all over. wow!). It seemed everyone was full of awe and appreciation for this man. His talent. His voice. And his charisma.

Cameras weren't allowed, so I was limited to the camera on my cell phone which is great for up-close, but not for far-away details. Here you can see the two looooong screens hanging on either side of the stage and these are where live video of Paul on the stage was magnified up for all to see.




And here it looks like a blur of lights in the pic, but in person I could very clearly see every detail of Paul. Oh Paul, you still rock!



I haven't been to a music concert in over fifteen years (I know, that's a long time but I just really don't like being in crowds. At all), but this was well worth coming out to see. Walking two miles, sitting on the ground for three hours waiting for Paul and feeling my butt go numb, getting soaked to the bone during a 45 minute cats n dogs rainstorm, standing for two and a half hours while my feet went numb, long port-a-potty lines, walking two miles back soaking wet....none of that mattered.



I got to see McCartney!

And for the second time in her life, so did my Mom :D



p.s. BIG THANKS go out to my husband for staying home with our kids and Martin's son to feed them, entertain them and get them to bed. It was a surprise for all of us that the concert would not be ending until after 11pm and we wouldn't be home till midnight.

Mother's Day or Just Another Day?

The day started off not with breakfast in bed, but with my bulldozer of a 4 year old climbing on top of me at 6am. I made my own breakfast later and ate at the counter between prepping the barbecue ribs and chopping up sweet potatoes for the big Mother's Day dinner. A 10am trip to Publix brought home flowers and cards from the kids, which they very proudly watched me open so they could point out their particular artsy drawings of hearts and their names. I loved their strong little hugs & kisses.

During the day, I marked a couple of items off of my mental To-Do list, like trimming the cypress trees in the backyard so they don't attack me every week when I cut the grass and writing up the annual Wenzel letter to put in the Christmas cards I had addressed & stuffed with pictures at the beginning of December (finally mailed them out today...who doesn't like getting Christmas cards in May?!). I thought about how nice a massage would be and maybe a pedicure, since it has been months for the former & years for the latter, but realized most places would be booked and I'd just have to make an appointment for another time.

My Mom and Grandma came over for dinner and Todd's Mom was in town from Minnesota for the weekend. While I was setting the table and turning the ribs, I got to listen to my Mom tickle the ever-loving snot out of my kids, which sent them into fits of giggles that drifted downstairs. God, how I love listening to them giggle and giggle till they can't breathe! Todd's sister was kind enough to clean up ALL the dishes and the kitchen counters after dinner, which was much appreciated.

As we sat around the table, I thought about how our mothers and grandmothers have impacted my life and how I am in turn shaping the lives of my children. My Grandma is 90 years old and for the last 33, she has been a source of unconditional love in my life. She has seen alot in these nine decades and is always smiling or laughing. Todd's Mom helped him grow into a compassionate and fair man, qualities which I admire and sometimes draw on when I'm lacking.

But mostly, I thought about how my Mom has shaped and changed my life. Without her, I surely would never have cultivated such a strong love for reading and learning. And for crafts, she was ALWAYS helping me start new art projects that my little fingers could handle as a child and advancing as I grew. From painting, to needlepoint, to crocheting, to quilting, to building shelves to believing in me beyond any realistic realm, I grew up believing in myself that there really wasn't anything I couldn't do if I put my mind to it. I have very little self doubt in my abilities and know I can teach myself how to do something new if I can't find a teacher. I only hope I can instill the same belief in my children as they grow up.

At the end of the day, I realized that Mother's Day for some is about being pampered and given a break from the daily routine of caring for everyone else (I won't lie, I would have liked it if that had been my day, too), but that wasn't my day. Instead, I think what I found was a deeper appreciation of my Mom and the other mothers in my life who have helped me become who I am, who shaped my husband and who put love and laughter into my own children's lives. And for that introspection, I don't think I should be disappointed in the day.

That. Was. Priceless.