I'm an awfully proud Mama. So proud, that any more words I say right here, right now about my little guys would be far too gushy and silly for public consumption. I should just stop. But I dare say, my sweet Calvin rocked the role of sassy little brother Fritz to the endearing Clara, and the Cavalry just wouldn't have battled the mice the same without my little Ez (wink, wink).
With the last curtain drop yesterday, the 2012 Nutcracker season is behind us! It has become such a central part of our holiday season, I can't quite imagine the inevitable day years from now when our autumn is not full of the sound of Tchaikovsky and thoughts of Balanchine; when our Thanksgiving is not interrupted by dress rehersals and opening nights; when I am not in that room full of boys we've come to know and love watching them go from wrestling and basketball to chess and cards and tights and makeup. For now, for these years, that's how it is, and I am so pleased to watch the joy, excitement, growth and progress that comes each year.
It goes without saying that a part of me is grateful to not get in the car today. And grateful to be home. Though all the bittersweet waxing goodbyes I'm doing to the Nutracker season are really for naught. For our library has been transformed in recent weeks into a stage, our dress up trunk raided for every appropriate costume possible, and both reluctant and eager little siblings have been recruited for as many roles as they can handle - or are willing to put up with. A full house of two thousand or a full house of two parents, the show goes on....and on and on. Shows at 11am and 2pm today.
'Tis the Nutcracker season.
