He Walked Onto That Stage
He Walked Onto
That Stage
I've sat in a lot of rooms in my life. This one I will never forget.
He walks onto that stage. And everything I'd done to get there disappears completely. There is only this.
Smetana Hall. Prague. My son performing in one of the most historically significant concert halls in Czech history.
The room is breathtaking. The music is extraordinary. And I sit there in the audience thinking about the little boy who first picked up an instrument and had no idea it would one day bring him here.
To Prague. To a stage like this. At fifteen.
I've sat in a lot of rooms in my life. This one I will never forget.
There are moments in parenting that stop you completely. Where you're not thinking about what comes next or what needs to happen or what you forgot to do.
You're just there. Fully. Completely.
This was one of those moments.
After the performance I find him in the lobby. He's exhausted in the way performers are after a big night. The good kind of tired. The emptied out kind. We take a photo. He gets on the bus. I say goodbye.
I'm so proud of you Gavyn.
Not just for the performance.
For everything it took to get you here.
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Dr. Maria Grace Wolk · mariagracewolk.com
