"Wait," I said looking at the paper Natalie brought home. "You have a choir concert in the morning AND the evening?"
"Which one do you want me to attend?" I asked.
Natalie tilted her head to the side. "Well, both."
I glanced at the paper. "Are you singing and doing the exact same things during both concerts?"
"Then why do I need to be at both?"
Natalie tossed her arms around my waist. "Because I want you to be there." She pressed her cheek against my chest.
My heart melted at that. Look, she's nine, and soon she might not want me around as much. I love that she's still thrilled when I show up for events at her school.
"It's my Mommy," she'll say proudly. She even calls me Mommy in front of her friends. Maybe someday that'll stop. "Oh, yeah. That's my Mom," she might say and then add a roll of her eyes to show her friends that she didn't care one way or another.
But now? She still wants me around. She's growing up fast. I look at her and I see her in various stages of her life.
When she was a baby:
When she always wanted to dress up....
When she learned to ride a bike. She'd get so frustrated but she'd want to keep trying:
When she met her favorite princess Rapunzel for the first time and offered to give Rapunzel her favorite princess crown. (Rapunzel loved it but asked Natalie to keep watching it for her.)
When she started a brand new school:
So yes, I went to both concerts.
One in the morning:
And one in the evening.
Yes, they were exactly the same.
But I went to both..
....because she asked me to.