Friday night I went with my older sister to see Classical Mystery Tour: A Tribute to The Beatles. The concert was at Powell Hall/St.Louis Symphony.
Mom, did you know I was a Beatles fan? I was too young to be one of the crazed screaming girls, but I found out during the performance that Suzanne belted out screams when she saw The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. Hmmm, can't picture her screaming like a maniac over four hunky guys... you know, back in the day it was a little out there... for her.
Back to The Beatles.
Martin Herman started the show conducting a full orchestra that played short arrangements of many Beatles’ songs. One flowed right into the other.
Then the four pretend Beatles - Jim Owen (John Lennon), Graham Alexander (Paul McCartney), John Brosnan (George Harrison), and Chris Camilleri (Ringo Starr) walked on stage. I thought I was seeing and hearing The Beatles... down to the mannerisms and accents. Pinch me. I waited for screams.
I couldn't help but remember my own Beatles’ story.
My kids were 5, 7, and 9 years old. We had gone to the store for something. They asked, “Mom, can we have some money?”
They all giggled. “We can’t tell you.”
A single parent and pretty much living at poverty level, money wasn’t something I doled out. Especially not knowing what they might be spending it on.
One of them wised up. “It’s for Mother’s Day.”
But this was all the more reason for me not to hand over the dough.
“Pleeeease.” All three anxious faces staring at me.
“Okay.” I sighed, rolled my eyes, and handed over the precious bills, wondering what kind of junk I'd end up with.
“You can’t look!” What am I supposed to do, walk around the store with a blindfold? Somehow they pulled it off and seriously, I had no idea what they purchased.
On that Mother’s Day, Casey, Jessica and Rita huddled together and giggled as I opened my present... a poster of The Beatles. This poster...
All three shouted, “It’s The Beatles!” (DUR)
You would’ve thought The Beatles were their favorite. They jumped around like goofballs.
I had the poster framed. It hangs on the wall in my creative space. My heart skips a beat every time I look at it—and not because of The Beatles—it’s those three little stinkers I think about, their excited faces, and how they surprised me.