I want my kids to be in ballet and guitar lessons.

I want to be able to go to recitals and shows.

I want to make cookies for the annual ballet school fundraising and the late night band practices.

I want to sew sequins onto weirdly coloured spandex and help iron patches onto ripped crotches of jeans.

I want to be able to say, "That's my kid up there, (in the center)(the singer/drummer/bassist/guitarist), isn't (s)he amazing?"

I want to be frantic ten minutes before, searching for lost ballet shoes, guitar picks, making sure their hair will stay in place, that their makeup hasn't run, assuring them that everything will be fine, they will be amazing.

I want to hand them a bouquet of flowers after they've danced their hearts out and drive them to the local 24 hours cafe as they come down from their post-show high.

I want to be the one to help them buy their first van so they can travel to each town and their plane ticket to the most prestigious dance school I can afford.

I just want them to be happy.