it was a g-d damn holiday assembly after all. a time for festive celebration. a time for community spirit. but most of all, a time for supporting your child's considerable achievements over the past year. it was obvious that the kids in my daughter's elementary school had spent months rehearsing their various solos and duets and harmonies. months spent with an eye to impressing mom and dad who would be sitting only a few feet away come opening night. months spent trying to satisfy the expectations of the only persons who mean anything to them in the world. so put away the blackberry's, for christ's sake. i mean, really, scanning your inbox while some seven-year-old is struggling to hold the high notes on "silent night"? sending a text while a pair of grade three's warble out a wobbly rendition of "hava nagila"? flipping through your vacation pics while a clearly rattled preteen hums along to the forgotten lyrics of "i saw mommy kissing santa claus"? i mean, c'mon pops. c'mon lady. give the kid a break. has anyone ever heard of manners?
it's so elemental
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