This year our youngest son switched programs at the university and is now registered as a Theater major. As if to confirm this choice, he auditioned and got the role of Elwood P. Dowd in a student production of Harvey. I’d long heard of this play but had never seen it, and last night we got to see the show and was thoroughly entertained. The school has a very professional and renown theater program and lived up to its reputation. Elwood is listed first in the cast list, and I suppose it was a central role, but this was very much an ensemble effort.
But I was completely emotionally unprepared for what happened when the cast came out to take their bows. They loved him.
I can’t say the emotion I felt at that moment was pride, it was more of just a general emotional overload. I felt so happy for him, especially after having had a couple of really rough years at the school.
And I don’t want to spoil that moment with words and over-analysis right now.