So you guys know about my fascination with "Les Miserables." During the time that it came into full bloom (late December and January), my older boys became interested in the story, too. We listened to the music a lot on Pandora radio, and the lads asked many questions about what this or that song was about. In fact, my 7-year-old asked to read my copy of the adapted novel; he made it through the entire volume in a handful of days... and spent the next few weeks talking about it.
The fervor waned a bit as the months went on, but we'd still listen to the music on Pandora, and later on the soundtrack CD I purchased (we always skipped "Lovely Ladies," though!). The boys can sing pretty much all of the songs from the score. My husband and I eventually viewed the film with them, from the security of our living room couch - where we could leave out the less savory parts. They loved it.
When I learned of a stage production of the glorious musical in the city in early August, I gave it a lot of thought. Jeff and I talked it over and decided not to jump at it - tickets were not cheap, and there were no discounted child rates. We didn't tell the boys about it...why get them excited if we didn't go, right?
But then one of them built this.
|The barricade from "Les Miserables"|
|Bridge, site of Javert's suicide|
How can a mama resist this kind of passion? Jeff and I talked it over again and decided to make it work. In the interest of the budget, it would be a mama date with my two biggest boys. They were extremely excited when we told them!
And so, at last the day arrived.
|The stage before Act 1|
|Kyle, myself, and Ben|
Please forgive the poor quality of these photos; cell phones and theater lighting are not friends.
The performance was wonderful! Afterward, I wondered if they might be "Les Miz"ed-out, but when we got back into the car, I had a request to play the soundtrack...and after we got home, someone put the CD in our stereo to listen to it yet again. I think it's safe to say it was an experience they will remember fondly for many years to come.
And I just may have loved it, too...