I believe, as parents-to-be we all had dreams of attending baseball games, piano recitals, and orchestra concerts. Of cheering from the sidelines as our kid ran from one end of the field to another. Of smiling with pride as our child seemed to miraculously work his way through “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the flute.
And I’m guessing that, during those fantasies of perfect parenting, very few of us pictured setting the alarm for five in the morning so that we could get said kid to said field in 40 degree weather or sitting in the parking lot for a half an hour, trying to exit whatever performance we had attended for our pride and joy.