We had quite the eventful weekend wrapping up rec league basketball for two of our kids, celebrating their birthdays with their grandparents, enjoying the efforts of weeks of rehearsals for our oldest son and his castmates resulting in a fabulous display of talent and fun for performers and audience members alike, sending our middle child off to a lock-in with her fellow girl scouts, and then catching up with her late in the evening, only to cut the fun short due to weather. All of this was done within about 19 hours, with our two little people in tow. It was a whirlwind to say the least, but full of memories.
If you were lucky enough to be in the audience Saturday night, you were treated to a musical review of shows from past years at Avon High School. The show was written, directed, and produced by Mrs. Amelia Rakestraw. The idea behind the show is that the student cast was trying to come up with an idea for a show to do as their last performance at Avon High because none of them wanted to do Hamlet The Musical, as Mrs. Rakestraw suggested. They flip through old yearbooks searching for ideas and as they come across different shows, leads from those performances enter the scene and perform various songs from those shows. It was a hit from the get-go!
We’ve heard bits and pieces of it over the last few months as our oldest has prepped for it, but seeing it all come together was really something. Heartstrings were tugged more than a few times as we watched our son on stage with alumni, interacting and performing as comrades, despite the generation gap. Seeing them all together, enjoying the talents with which they’ve been blessed, and realizing the blessings run deeper, to have been able to be in this place, at this time, is truly a blessing to behold. When you give so much of yourself to something, you become a part of it and watching our son be a part of something so special, so near and dear to so many hearts, it does a mom’s heart good. And the message, my word, did it ever hit home: Thanks for the memories.
We’ve lived here for 10 years now, so on many levels, we’re still the new kids in town, but there are so many wonderful memories which have already been made and more yet to come as regardless of school district boundaries, this is home. This is where we are blessed to be and these are the people we turn to when we celebrate and when we weep. This. Is. Home.
And those two littles who were in tow? The one who spent the show going between grandma & grandpa and mom & dad to deliver a newly acquired boogie, and the one who did his own dance performance because sitting another moment longer was just more than his sensory system could stand? They are also blessed by this community, by the love and acceptance of those who encourage mom and dad, sometimes without even realizing it.
Thank you for the memories, Avon. We look forward to making many more!