Ever have one of those parenting moments that cause you to want to just melt into the floor? Well, I've been blessed to suffer two of those moments in the same evening!
Tonight we went to the Salvation Army's Citadel Brass Concert with Scott's family. From the few strains I caught, I believe the performance was lovely!
I should've realized the course the evening was going to take when we took our seats and three elderly ladies sitting in front of us loudly whispered, "We shouldn't sit here with all those children behind us!" as they got up and moved across the aisle... Anyway, before the concert started, a gentleman opened the night by asking everyone to turn off their cell phones and to take their children to the lobby if they got antsy, explaining to us that they record this service to send to missionaries around the world. Of course, about two songs into the event, Cassidy was beyond antsy and I dutifully took her and Selah out to the lobby as the man had requested. Now, it is extremely difficult to describe the seating in the lobby. Besides normal chairs, they had these humongous red velvet ottomans that were about 4 feet in diameter and stood off the floor about 3.5 feet. I couldn't tell if they were tables or seats since they were quite high! Anyways, I stuck Selah on top of one of those plush things with a few baby toys while Cassidy wandered around exploring the lobby under the watchful eye of about four ushers. I was standing right behind Selah, but turned when I noticed Cassidy was climbing to the top of the stairs heading to the upper theater seating. Suddenly, I heard a thump and looked down to see Selah lying on her back ON THE FLOOR. After a brief pause, she started screaming. I quickly scooped her up, trying to comfort this injured and traumatized child, feeling like the worst mother in the world as I could feel the stares of the ushers boring into my back! Thankfully, Cassidy returned to my side when she saw her sister's distress.
I should've realized the course the evening was going to take when we took our seats and three elderly ladies sitting in front of us loudly whispered, "We shouldn't sit here with all those children behind us!" as they got up and moved across the aisle... Anyway, before the concert started, a gentleman opened the night by asking everyone to turn off their cell phones and to take their children to the lobby if they got antsy, explaining to us that they record this service to send to missionaries around the world. Of course, about two songs into the event, Cassidy was beyond antsy and I dutifully took her and Selah out to the lobby as the man had requested. Now, it is extremely difficult to describe the seating in the lobby. Besides normal chairs, they had these humongous red velvet ottomans that were about 4 feet in diameter and stood off the floor about 3.5 feet. I couldn't tell if they were tables or seats since they were quite high! Anyways, I stuck Selah on top of one of those plush things with a few baby toys while Cassidy wandered around exploring the lobby under the watchful eye of about four ushers. I was standing right behind Selah, but turned when I noticed Cassidy was climbing to the top of the stairs heading to the upper theater seating. Suddenly, I heard a thump and looked down to see Selah lying on her back ON THE FLOOR. After a brief pause, she started screaming. I quickly scooped her up, trying to comfort this injured and traumatized child, feeling like the worst mother in the world as I could feel the stares of the ushers boring into my back! Thankfully, Cassidy returned to my side when she saw her sister's distress.
(This is the closest thing I can find to a picture of this ottoman thing on the internet,
except the one Selah fell off was much taller!)
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Selah only cried for about 3 minutes and seemed no worse for wear, I'm thankful to report. Praise God the lobby was carpeted! I still can't believe I let my baby fall 3.5 feet.... anyway, two ushers followed me into the ladies bathroom and asked, "How is that poor baby? I saw the whole thing!" (Yes, I'm sure you did.) After observing for themselves that Selah was settling down and looked okay, they left, only to return a few minutes later trying to persuade me to fill out an incident report. (Why? So I can sue you because of my own stupidity?) I assured them that she was fine and that no report was needed.
Eventually, we made our way back into the auditorium in hopes that Cassidy could sit through the last few songs. Scott worked with her since Selah fell asleep in my arms (saved by the baby!). After practically wrestling with Cassidy to sit still the entire time, she finally sat quietly as the band sang together a blessing to close the concert, listening listening to the beautiful harmony. The last note rang out and the lights grew brighter as the sound faded. I was thinking in my head how perfect the ending was.... when during that precise moment always at the end of a song, right before applause breaks out, when everything is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.... Cassidy loudly asks, "WE DONE?!"
Melting again!!!! I expected the heavy hand of an usher to press down on my shoulder, telling me to leave... that we had caused enough trouble! Thank goodness that didn't happen, and at least our family had a chuckle over the incident. Grrrr.... what a little booger! I guess that's what three days of no routine and little sleep will do to a three year old.... along with a naughty, naughty heart! Sigh.... What to do?
I apologize to any missionaries reading this that receive the recording of this concert.
It's all my fault.


























