We’ve all been there – your kid shows a passion for something, and you go to great lengths to make their dreams come true. Whether it’s overpaying for a space-themed summer camp or lining them up for drum lessons with the local rock-star teacher, we’ve all gone to extremes to try to be the hero for our kids.
I usually tend towards the “good-enough mom” role. I’m fine being a bit of a slacker. I don’t need my kids to be stars, and I don’t feel the need to buy them the latest and greatest stuff. They still lament that their iphones are ancient and our Wii is first generation. But my weakness is when my kids show an interest in theater. I’m sure this is in large part due to the fact that it’s also a passion of mine, so I get all sentimental and excited that they share it, too.
I saw Hamilton in New York when it opened, with the original cast. As I was watching, I started thinking about how much I wanted my kids to see it. My daughter Karis was 6 at the time . . . a bit too young. But we started listening to the soundtrack and immediately, she was hooked. She started begging to see the show. She memorized the soundtrack. She poured over the photo book. She was obsessed.
Soon after, the whole world became obsessed, and tickets were sold out as soon as they went on sale. So last summer, when several months of seats were released on Ticketmaster, I decided to go for it. I got tickets for her 8th birthday in April – almost a year after I bought them. I got a ticket for her sister, too. I held the secret for months. I told them on Christmas morning. And I booked flights to New York . . . totally knowing that this was overboard, but also thinking that this would be a dream-come-true.
Hopefully I’ve learned my lesson, and I won’t feel the need to engage in illegal activities to get my kids into the college of their choice, or any other such nonsense.