I realized motherhood here in the mountains of Colorado was going to be very unlike motherhood in other parts of the country when I attended my first daycare function. Being a new mother who had to get back to work as soon as possible in order to help pay the bills, my son started daycare at 3 months old. At 6 months old I got a notice that his “class” would be participating in the daycare’s annual Christmas play. I pondered what exactly a “class” of infants was going to do to entertain a crowd but figured, I’m a mom now, roll with it. So off to the Christmas play we went!
Conveniently my husband had his office Christmas Party the same night and was unable to join me for this major milestone in our newborns life. So I ventured out alone into a bold new world. The world of parents doting over their kids singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer like they were singing the National Anthem at the Super Bowl.
As we’re all standing around the auditorium where this masterpiece was about to take place, I bumped into an old acquaintance that had two older children in the same daycare. She was holding a red Dixie cup and explained to me that it contained a vodka and tonic. Really, drinking at your child’s Christmas play! She then explained to me, “this isn’t my first rodeo, I’ve learned how to get through these.” As I looked around the room I noticed other Dixie cups. Now being a Colorado import from North Carolina, I was completely shocked! You wouldn’t see a cocktail anywhere near a child’s Christmas play in my neck of the woods. Granted, Dad might show up with a pretty good buzz on, but he at least left the bourbon in the car until the final bow was taken.
Like the proud parent I was I sat with my video camera and taped every second of my infant son sitting on his teacher’s lap with reindeer ears on while Jingle Bells played in the background. And then came the next class, and the next, and the next, and the next. You get the point. Not wanting to be rude and leave in the middle of another parent’s proud moment I stuck it out to the bitter end, often shooting a glance over to my friend who had a huge smile on her face through each carol, dance and dull moment of the evening. And that’s when I realized, parenting in Colorado is going to be a fun ride!