I am not sure how, here in the middle of a cornfield, I ended up raising a Broadway boy. I have a feeling it has mostly to do with 2 sweet little old ladies who are no longer with us. This is Grammy.
One of Josh’s great grandmother’s on his father’s side. She was a singer and a piano player. After she began suffering from dementia, she could still sit at the piano and sing and play from memory. This is V.
She is Josh’s great grandmother on my side and she loved to go to shows. All kinds of shows and knew all the words to all the songs. So here we are far away from the lights of Broadway, with a boy who loves nothing more than to get up on stage and sing and dance. Good thing we are blessed with a dance studio and a teacher who knows how to nurture boys(Center Stage Perfroming Arts Academy), and a local theater (Center for Living Arts)that puts on amazing shows with casts of kids from the area, and finally with a boys choir (The Moline Boys Choir) that teaches fundamentals and discipline. So he sings, and he dances and he performs every chance he gets. And when we need to feed his soul? We went to New York

and saw the big guys do it for real.

Anything Goes
Wicked
The Lion King

Spiderman Turn Off the Dark. He had a blast and is already compiling his show wish list for the next trip. I’m just glad I have at least 1 kid who enjoys the theater.