Sorta embarassed to admit my first was Rick Springfield

First, I would like to unequivocally state that I am not a helicopter mom. I LOVE it when my kids do stuff and it’s totally ok for them to fail, too. I figure it’s good for their character to try again and see that hard work and dedication is a valuable character trait.

That being said…

I let Sassy go to a rock concert for the first time. She’s 11. Granted, there’s a parent with her and her friend so they’re not unsupervised.

She went to see One Direction. Boy band for the uninitiated. It’s in an enormous arena – so that’s sorta scary.

It’s in a town two hours away. So that’s scarier.

There’s supposed to be another bout of rain from a Mexican hurricane tonight. That’s super scary.

But, I want my kids to have social lives. Growing up in 2014 is so vastly different from 1980. We had massive social lives with the 57 hundred kids that lived in my neighborhood. There are no kids that live on our street now. We rode our bikes all over hell and gone. I’d have a nervous breakdown if my kids rode where we did.

So I let her go to a concert.

BAH! It’s all gonna be fine, right?

What was your first concert?