Last night I had a dream my son met Mufasa.
When I woke up to see the photos on my phone it was not a dream. Mufasa had taken the time to speak to my son.
This post isn’t written to impress you. It’s not even written to be a polished piece. It’s simply a collection of my thoughts as a mother, not a Mom-ager.
Last June my son auditioned to play the role of Mufasa in the Junior Theatre Festival which starts today.