I understand this sentiment. Once my mother had to stand behind me with her hand on my shoulder while I accompanied a play on the piano. But the piano is big and bulky, and my mother who is roughly the size of large cat could easily hide behind. And I am left on stage, with only a child's size violin as my fig-leaf cover. This makes your old Prudy feel a bit awkward, kind of like the big and bulky piano she wishes she could hide behind. So, I am hoping and praying that tonight West will be feeling daring and fearless. But if he doesn't, I'll be right behind him. I'm his mother. Be back later tonight with that Apple Pie in a Brown Bag (for cousin Julie and my reader Lucky) and a report on West's performance anxiety or un-anxiety.
And have you voted at French's? Time is almost up! Just a few more days for me to be a nagging nuisance. I'll miss it when it's done.