It's An Honor

Last night, I did not want to be The Mom. It was Honors Evening at the high school and Birdie was invited. She didn't want to go. She had a math test to study for and had already been recognized by the school for ranking as one of Missouri's top high school sopranos. I talked her into attending anyway. The program featured a long list of awards. The presenters waded through them as Birdie alternated between worrying about math and wanting to strangle me for making her attend. Finally, the music honors were announced. And no one called Birdie's name. I really did not want to be The Mom. Getting forgotten is not good: A forgotten Birdie with a math test the next day borders on dangerous. I waited for Birdie's head to explode. The awards ceremony smoothly moved on to the science awards. And Birdie's name was called. In a moment, the evening turned. Birdie kept her head on. We enjoyed the wonder of the moment. We assumed music was why Birdie was invited to Honors Evening. But it wasn't. Turns out the girl with the voice has a brain wired for science, too. And I get be the mom.