Today I took my kid to the ballet...

    Today I took my twelve-year-old boy to the ballet, and we both had a fabulous time.  It was his second time in the Kauffman Center, and my first.   The headline show was Carmina Burana, but End of Time just about stole it's glory.  This was only the opening weekend!  If you're in KC, it's an opportunity that shouldn't be missed.  The symphony, chorale, and ballet of KC collaboration was a breath-taking experience.  You can get more information and tickets here:  http://ticketing.kcballet.org/single/psDetail.aspx?psn=4331

  After parking on the street and climbing a lot of stairs (come on mom!  I am.  oof.), we admire the view from the top of the hill, go in to retrieve our tickets,  & sit in the "Footnotes" chat to learn more about the show...Then the real fun begins.  First, he inspects the stairs, how wide they are and the shape of them.  Then we look at window wall and ceiling.  We look at the same view we had outside from the various height balconies.  Seeing that spark and interest in his eyes made my day.
  Then we find our seats, and blessed be, we are next to a music teacher.  She chirps about how nice the high seats are, since they allow us to see into the pit.  She's happy to explain what the various instruments in the orchestra are that he's not familiar with before the show.  (He had never seen an oboe before, or the timpani drums.  He was quite impressed by the showing of his instrument, the cello.  They had four of them, right in front of the conductor.)  We were definitely starting on the right foot.
   The first piece began, leaping and lifting, and color everywhere.  The music was Haydn.  A showy piece to bring excitement in from the very beginning....and lots, and lots, of male dancers.  Just what my ballet boy needs to see.  He's not alone.  He's also not the only boy his age in the audience.  That didn't hurt either.
   There is a short break between the first two pieces, where we stay in our seats.  The lights kind of come up.  This is where restless tween syndrome kicks in.
 "Is this intermission?"  No it's just a mini-break.
"Can I play on your phone?"  It won't be that long.
  Just when I feel the energy about to explode the magic begins again.  The curtain parts.  There's glorious starry back-lighting.  A spotlight is on the only two instruments on the stage, a piano, and a cello.  We both are entranced by the piece.  What feels like 30 seconds later, the lights come up and it's intermission.  We stretch our legs, admire the glass shelving built into the wall around the concessions stand, and people watch for a few minutes.  We spread out a little more since there are empty seats next to us, and settle in to watch the "main show."
   E1's reaction to Carmina was at first a "what?"  Then as it progressed into less intense and lighter fare he enjoyed it more.  I did not enjoy explaining the "roasting of the swan" after though.  I fully admit the "nude" scenes made him bury his head in my shoulder, and I was okay with that too.  The show was not over the top, it just was pushing the boundaries of what my very proper pre-adolescent  could handle.  We brought the topics back down to earth in our discussion after the show.  (He kept the latin/english translations of the poems too.  I think the show made an impression.)
  What he was most excited about after the show though, were the elevators.  We climbed up to the top level so after the patrons who needed it cleared out, we could go down it and see the view of our hill through the glass sides.
While waiting he had questions.
"What kind of glass do they use in the ceiling to protect it from hail?"
"How much does the elevator weigh?"
"How does it work?"  (I showed him the pulleys.)
After we took it down, we looked at the lower elevator.
"Look mom!  It works differently."
(I *think* it has a hydraulic lift...but don't quote me on that.)
We look at the angles of the windows.  In some ways, I think he was more excited about inspecting the building than seeing the show.  I think a cellist who majors in "architectural engineering" has a nice ring to it.
But he's only 12.  Who knows what the future really holds.