Our high school’s production of Beauty and the Beast was this weekend.
One twin was the Beast.
The other was the tech manager and set designer/builder.
The oldest came to every single performance AND stayed to help strike the set with the cast, crew and my hubs.
To say I’m going to miss all of this is an understatement of epic proportion.
I’m going to miss my “Beast” singing all over the house AND I’m going to miss listening to people applaud thunderously when he finishes his big song. I’m going to miss all the little girls in the audience (as well as their parents) gasp when he transforms and becomes the prince. I’m going to miss the standing ovations for the Be Our Guest number and again, at the end, when everyone takes their bow.
I’m going to miss his brother coming home every night and needing to talk to me about every nuance of his day with his tech crew and his girlfriend (who is also the stage manager and lighting director) who plucked his last nerve during this production.
I’m going to miss dinners with the drama teacher and her family as they all sit around my kitchen table and plot their next move.
I’m going to miss crying every time the show is over and I’m bursting with pride.
I’m going to miss the look in my husband’s eyes when he hugs his boys after the show.
I’m going to miss the look on all my friends faces because this is the first time they’ve heard my boy sing. And the next look when I tell them that the other one built the amazing set they’ve been oooo’ing and ahhh’ing over all evening.
I’m going to miss high school.
And I NEVER thought those six words would EVER leave my lips.