“I think Ren’s losing his pants,” whispered Scott as we watched Annie Get Your Gun for the 2nd time in one weekend.
I looked over to my boy dancing on stage and sure enough he was grasping his pants with one hand while trying to wave his other in unison with everyone else while singing “I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.”
In horror, we watched as he’d let go, raise his arms, and then quickly shoot his hands down again to yank up his pants.
But give my boy credit. He kept singing and dancing with a big grin splayed on his face despite the periodic clutching at pants.
Scott and I couldn’t stop laughing. There’s something about an upbeat song and a son losing his pants before 500 spectators that just has to be enjoyed.
Parental mortification happens to us on a regular basis and comes in all shapes and sizes. Our family incidences include:
- a kid forgetting how to play piano in the middle of a piano recital (come to think of it, that’s happened to more than one kid more than one times)
- the whole Somerville pool being evacuated because someone pooped during swim lesson and then finding a poop smear in my kid’s bathing suit
- a 4 year old screaming and lying on the floor outside Sunday School kicking at me
- all of our kids running in the opposite direction of soccer balls, baseballs, pretty much anything round or that’s meant to be thrown, and looking in all directions OTHER than the ball
- the same kid who lost his pants this weekend looking like a frozen deer in the headlights on stage, barely singing, dancing or waving his arms (read here)
But the gift we receive from regular bouts of mortification is parental pride. Because almost always, it takes a little mortification to achieve anything. Falling down, failing, being mediocre, feeling humiliated are usually necessary steps towards gaining skills and eventually excelling.
She hates it when we joke about that story.
“It wasn’t your fault!” we protest. “And you dealt with it great!”
But receiving no coat at her only line seems to have wounded her deeply.
But Cathy’s right, both my kids have drastically improved on stage, and the confidence they’ve gained has led to being different kids in school as well–not nearly as quiet and shut-down.
Wow. Big oversight.
As if to make us feel better, he said, “At least I had knickers underneath–I kept thinking I should take my pants off, do you think anyone would have noticed?”