Last night I got dressed up (wore that little black dress that I have had no occasion to wear post baby), left Wrigglebot with his grandmother and went to see Miss Saigon. It is always an interesting experience seeing live theatre and I have seen most of the big musicals; Phantom, Les Miserables etc. I went into this one, however, knowing nothing of the story but a lot about the setting (Vietnam war), having studied it extensively. It took me a while to get used to listening to the words but I loved it.

As the curtain came down at the end my body was shaking and I had tears streaming down my face, unlike any other musical I have seen this one made me feel what the characters were feeling. The stranger sitting next to me, who had taken up his seat as well as half of mine, was surreptitiously wiping tears from his face as well. That alone told me that this musical was connecting with people because it is not often that you see a 60 year old balding man cry in public.

I don’t think I would have cried, let alone sobbed, pre-baby, not that I am not an emotional person but because having a baby allowed me to better understand  Kim, the main character. As much as you can intellectually understand the love between a mother, or parent, and their child you really can’t fathom the depth of the connection until you have your own baby and then you understand that when mothers say they would die for their children they really would.

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