All good things must come to an end.

There is a season.

A grownup is a child with layers on.

We’ve had bad luck with children.  They always grow up.

It is the end of an era.

I took Thomas to OKC this weekend to attend the Mistletoe Masquerade hosted by the OKC chapter of the HPA.  And I left knowing that short of Wrockstock 2009 this will be the last Wizard Rock concert for us.  Not just for us, for me too singularly.

I will never be able to tell you what it has meant to me the last 4 years of sharing you with my child and my child with you.  But I think, at least for this moment, this thing I had with my child is done.  And while I am incredibly melancholy about it I am ok too.  We are going out on top.  We are going out without before he is completely embarrassed by it.  We are going out while he still enjoyed it.

But before we go quietly I want to tell you how this started and why it was important to me and why because of those two things it is also the end for me.  I am not sure exactly when it was that i discovered Harry and The Potters.  Thomas was in the early stages of 4.  And he loved their witty lyrics.  And Save Ginny was sometimes endlessly played while he jumped around and went all goofy with it.

And then there was a chance for me to take him to St. Louis before Kindergarten started and I jumped on it.  And then over spring break I took him to Louisville again.  And then again, and then again.

Music had always been a bond we had between us but Wizard Rock became this silly, wonderful, talent filled, witty, sing along to, completely approachable thing we did.  There hasn’t been a show I have been to without him in which i haven’t told someone “I wish Thomas was here with me!”  At every show I was at and he was at school and couldn’t come I missed him presence immensely.  As much I as I enjoyed them singularly I enjoyed sharing them with him. I never left a show without a gift for him. I even managed to harass Joe & Paul into signing a picture of him.

That time represents a time I learned immense things about my child. It became a way I could secret him away and find out about all the things he thought (before he was willing to tell me ad nasuem). I found out what he thinks about the world. I found out what he thinks is important. I discovered his kindness.

And Wizard Rock helped make him into the amazing boy he is today. For 3 years we have spent time in the car bellowing out The Weapon to each other. And talking about how the weapon can be applied practically in our own world. I know that those conversations, spurred by our shared love of Wizard Rock helped him form his thoughts and opinions. That song helped him find his words and those words he was able to share far and wide this year.

I thank you. I thank every single one of you. I know that this world, this time, these songs and those trips will be the thing I remember and adore about his childhood. Save Ginny will put me into tears every time I think of it or hear it for the rest of my life.

But now he is onto other things. Mom and him at a show isn’t cool anymore and I think he just might have reached the point where it is a tad embarrassing. We will have other things, I know this because I love him. And I can’t bear going to see it without thinking of him and being with him. And one day I know he will remember this wasn’t embarrassing to him. He will remember and think he wants those moments with his children.

And I thank you for giving them to us.

From 2005 to 2009.

(thanks to Abby for snapping this one of us.  I will always cherish our on the shoulder wrocking out song!)

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