A standout performance
At his child’s concert Jim sits next to Lyn. He looks around at the parents. Sees the various stages of maturity for some and old age for others reflected in their hairlines, chin lines and waistlines.
He’s wearing glasses himself now. A clearer view of the aspirational faces some of them have for their kids giving them opportunities they never had. Other parents mime the actions and mouth the words for their pressured, perfect mini me to ensure that every gesture is correct and makes them proud.
Lyn’s laughing like mad and wiping away shiny tears as the next generation come on stage with school made costumes of badly painted paper, feathers and bog roll. He can’t help himself but smile. Age has brought on a sense of innocence again. Happy days.
The singin
