And then they hit their teens…with very specific tastes and interests.
So, for our daughter’s 16th a couple weeks ago we sent her down to her uncle to go see Hamilton at the Victoria Palace Theatre, London. but listening to her tell it all when she got home, wow, it brought tears to my eyes. Her roller-coaster of emotions to that performance; she wanted to sing, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry (so glad I put in an extra pack of tissues just in case); practically stuffing her fists in her mouth to stifle her screams and her tears (she has a tendency to do that when she is truly over whelmed/overcome with emotions) Particularly when one of the performers (I think he was playing Jefferson) blew her a kiss at the end of one particular song, well that just made her day, her week, her year. She said his gaze was on her the whole time he sang that song (I don’t know what song it was), and she was singing along too.
I wish I’d been there now, just to watch the effect it was having on her. But I know the expense of it all would have been wasted on me, simply because I would have spent the entire performance just watching her reactions, I’d have missed most of the actual performance
So anyway, for her actual birthday (day after she returned) we like to give something physical for her unwrap so we’d gathered up a load of scrap paper, pens, pencils (dotted all around the house over the years…usually by her), boxed them up and gave her that as her birthday present…as a joke … She loved it she was made up with it
Just like her dad…he’d be just as happy with a bag of nails