My Rock Star Son

Ever since I watched the 9/11 disaster from ourrock concerts and hanging out in the dressing room
summer home on the shores of New Jersey, thiswith kids who are my age divided by three, that I
nervous Nellie has been a bit squeamish about goingwould be used to it by now. But long ago I have
through the long Lincoln Tunnel that runs under thegiven up my pathetic attempts to blend in and not
river from New Jersey and opens into the city. Thebe so obviously, "What is she doing here?" The truth
city that I constantly dreamed of as a child, and thatis that even the 'clueless' figure out that my husband
has for a long time held my heart, New York. But itand I have to be someone's parents.
finally took nothing stronger than a mother's love toTrust me, if you ever want to feel your age, just go
pull me back again to the city of survival. My son, theto a rock concert. It is a humbling experience being
rock star, was coming to town.with kids who never think they are ever going to be,
We arrived at Le Bar Bat on 57th Street where mynor look as old as you.
husband and I were quickly ushered in behind the "bigBut in the end there is sweet revenge for old folks
red velvet rope" guarded by men with muscleslike us. While others are tramping through the cold to
bigger than Arnold's.city garages, or waiting in the chilly night wind for a
Inside the door, we were stamped like a pork rumpcab, bus, or subway to take them home, life can be
that has passed FDA inspection. From there a hostsweet for the parents of a rock star.
herded us toward a pretty young woman in aFor instance, when your son gives you a lift at 3 a.m.
fetching blue wig with a figure to die for who taggedback to your Chelsea apartment in his new bright
us with Technicolor hospital-like bracelets that wouldtour bus that is as long as a New York City
allow us two free drinks.cross-town block and the color of Christmas. And
She then moved us on to another amazinglybetter than that, when he then drops you smack in
handsome young man with the whitest teeth I havefront of your canopied door, you know you have a
ever seen who pinned us with flashing lapel pins thatspecial life.
said something I couldn't for the life of me readSo what if the few bleary-eyed people wandering in
upside down. It could have said "Big Jerk for Lettingthe streets at that ungodly hour were scratching
This be Pinned on You", for all I knew. He then senttheir heads at us two tired button-down seniors
us on to another beautiful girl wearing a pink wig whohopping (actually dragging) out of this crimson
decked us out in fluorescent blue neck ring. I thinkmachine made to carry only young, hip people. And,
she said something about free massages and Tarotokay, what if being supportive of your kid's things
card reading, but before I could question my hearingkind of makes you seem crazy sometimes. The truth
that was altered severely by my rock concertfor us is that there are no better perks that stepping
earplugs, we were moved along like a herd of cattleout of a big red bus in the middle of the morning
by the swell of enthusiastic Tonic fans behind us.after a great night of forgetting how old you really
One would think that after a few years of attendingare. Life just doesn't get better than that!