Worth it

As I type, I should be getting ready to go to my third New Kids On the Block concert.  I few months ago, my bestie Tina asked me if I wanted to go with her and a group of ladies making a trek to a showing of the Total Package tour in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  I jumped at the open ticket and seat in their vehicle.

I first saw NKOTB in high school in 1989.  My friend Kristi and I were in the nose bleed section and screamed our little hearts out.  My favorite boys returned to my hometown in 2008 and Tina and I were able to see them live then.  It was a great concert and a wonderful night re-living our youth.  This year’s concert was going to be an extra bonus.  Not only would I get to see my guys, but Boys II Men and 96 Degrees were completing the package, and a girls weekend away was the icing on the cake.

I was all set to go and then….

You see, for those of you who are avid readers, you know that, while I have my boy band obsession, my sweet Lil’ IP has her own teenage crush on a little boy band you might have heard of…. One Direction.  As luck (or bad timing) would have it, One Direction planned a summer tour this year as well.  Unfortunately, all the concerts sold out within minutes of going on sale and tickets were none to be had.  Lil’ IP was crushed.

As I was making some final preps to my trip, my Lil’ IP made a comment about me getting to see my boy band for the third time, while she had never seen hers.

Nothing pulls at a mother’s heart-strings like some good old-fashioned guilt.  I usually don’t fall for it, but I thought back to the utter elation I felt when I saw Donnie Wahlberg (admitting a very tiny Donnie Wahlberg for my seat location) walk onto that stage when I was her age.  I felt like my life was complete.  I knew, that if it was possible, I had to make that same magic happen for her.

I started a little online digging.  I knew that I wouldn’t find face value tickets and had actually prepped myself for worse prices than I found.  Of course, there were people with ridiculous asking prices, but I found a number of tickets that were within a price range that I was comfortable with forking over without worrying about my next mortgage payment.  One problem, although the tours were going to the same cities a few days apart, the tickets I found were to a city in the opposite direction of my New Kids concert, the day before.  No way to make both concerts.

After a quick parental summit, the decision was made to bite the bullet and fulfill a little girl’s dream.

The next thing I had to do was break the news to my gal that I was backing out of our trip.  That was tough.  Bye-bye Donnie.  Hello Niall.  No Hangin’ Tough for me.  I want you to Rock Me.  Please Don’t Go Girl….I’m sorry, but I had to, this time I’m putting another girl first.

And by the looks of it, I think I made the right choice.

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I was all set to let her have her evening.  I was sure it would be fun for her, but I didn’t know if I would enjoy it as much.  I have to say.  Those new boys on the boy band block put on one heck of a gig.  I spent all of the night up out of my seat, dancing along with all the girls and singing along to the lyrics I knew.

I mean, who wouldn’t dance to that?

As the high-pitched squeals reached unthinkable decibels, the flash backs of my New Kids concert started to hit me.  Next, came the tears.  Yes, I was crying at the 1D concert.  It wasn’t for what I had given up or what I was missing, I was crying because I had done it.  I had seen it come full circle.  I had made that memory of a lifetime for my daughter, the same one I had made for myself years ago.

This is why we do what we do.  This is why we work so hard.  It’s not for expensive things and bling to impress the neighbors, it’s to truly enjoy the life that we are given.  To live while we’re young.  To enjoy these moments and make all the memories we can.  When I go, I can’t take any of the stuff with me, but she and I will always have this memory of this evening…and that makes any sacrifice worth it.

As I listened to the lyrics of one the songs, I said a little pray that my Lil’ IP will see, everyday, in herself the beauty and talent that she has.  That she will continue to light up the world around her like nobody else can.

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History repeats itself

I am so sick of these political ads.  How sick you ask?  The other day on the way to work I VOLUNTARILY chose to listen to a One Direction song on a different station over my regular station because my regular station was playing endless political ads.  I’ve had enough!  Stop the ads already!  Tuesday cannot come fast enough for me.

Who is one direction you ask and why is listening to them such a shock?  Well One Direction is this generations boy band.  Every generation has one.  Take a look.

If you just screamed or drooled over that picture.  You’re a directioner, as die hard fans call themselves.  I should know.  I live with one.

Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis.  Five very young and according to my daughter, very hot, boys who sing those bubble gum pop songs all the girls love.  Now as much as I want to make fun of this girl and her bad, pre-teen taste in music, I can’t.  See, liking boy bands is in her genes.  If you look closely, you will see that my daughter is wearing the most awesome jacket in the whole universe.

Still haven’t figured it out?  Well this might help.

Oh oh oh oh oh, she has the right stuff on her.

Yup, my daughter is wearing a New Kids on the Block jacket, one I bought at a concert I attended in 2008.  Yes, I said 2008.  I am, and have been a NKOTB fan since the late 80s and I’m proud to admit it.  Donnie, Joe, Jordan, Jon, and Danny.  Donnie is my favorite.  (You had a favorite too, admit it.)  I had every poster, every pin, every album.  I listened their music endlessly, cut out every article I could find about them, and threw a tape in the VCR every time they were on TV. I was obsessed.  My walls were covered floor to ceiling with posters that I would stare at for hours.  I attended their concerts and even won an autographed T-Shirt from a local radio station in 1989.  Jealous yet?  I may or may not still have a pillow case of theirs hidden on my pillow at home.

I mean who wouldn’t love these guys.  Just look at them.

 

 

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Well image it’s 1990 when you look at them.  See why I can’t tease my daughter!?!?!

I have to admit.  The New Kids on the Block may not be so young and new anymore, but time has definitely been very generous to these 40 somethings.  This is them today.

Um, yep.  Still looking good and Hangin’ Tough after all these years.  One Direction has nothing on my boys.

And Donnie Wahlberg, if you’re reading this, your still on my list of five.  😉