So, on Saturday night, I went to a One Direction Concert. Yep, surrounded by screaming teenagers, and I had a blast.
So, background – how did I end up at a One Direction concert? Well, my friend Sarah is a big fan and bought tickets forever ago… and then the person going with her could no longer go. Since the show was in Baltimore, she asked me to go with her, and I happily obliged.
Now, I never went to concerts as a teenager (my first concert wasn’t until college), so I had no idea what to expect…besides screaming, of course. I saw a lot of teens there with their friends. I saw a lot of outfits I hope Abbie never wants to wear (seriously, I DON’T want to see butt cheeks). I saw someone in a banana costume (apparently, this is a thing for One Direction fans). I saw more signs than I could count with things I didn’t understand, but mostly I saw people who loved the band we were seeing.
We had a lot of fun and I knew more songs than I thought I would, but the whole time I was noticing something else. While there were many teens there without their parents, there were also a lot WITH their parents. The parents seemed to fall in two groups:
The parents with earplugs and a book who were merely supervising.
The parents who got into it, danced with their kids, and enjoyed themselves.
It really made me think – before too long, Abbie’s going to be one of those teenagers. She’s going to have a band she loves and want to go to concerts, and I’ll be faced with a choice – go with her and merely supervise, or embrace what she loves and enjoy it with her, even if it isn’t my taste.
I hope I’m the latter.
Have a great Monday all!