The One Who Gets Its

A few weeks ago I was invited to an very special event; the assembly hosted by Mischief's grade two class. Each grade takes a turn hosting an assembly during the school year and May was Mischief's month. He was so excited he could barely function the morning of the big day; he couldn't wait to share with us the special songs and poems his class had prepared. I wouldn't have missed it for the world ... not even for a chemo treatment.

Turns our the big assembly was the afternoon of a treatment. Bad timing. And to make matters worse my treatment was delayed by about an hour, making the possibility of attending the assembly very dicey.

I tried to explain my predicament to the doctor but he didn't really get it. He just kept telling me that my son would understand and my health has to come first. In theory that made sense but in reality I knew that two little blue eyes would be scanning the crowd and two little shoulders would slump when he realised we weren't there. So I tried to get through to the nurses.

Bingo!

The nurse, a mom, totally 'got it' and she hustled to get the meds in and let me skip out on the last ten minutes of my hydration so I could zip to the school in time. I was able to sneak into the gym just as my little Mischief took to the stage and just as I thought his baby Blues scanned the crowd, looking for us. At first he didn't see us and he slumped a little until his pal spotted us near the back of the crowd and pointed us out to Mischief. Instantly he jumped up, waved and winked. And that made my hurried, desperate day worth it.

As the assembly progressed, Mischief sang, recited poems and danced until his pants were saggy, all the while beaming at us from the second riser. I wouldn't have missed this for the world!

As we filed out of the gym after the program was over, many of my friends who knew it was a treatment day couldn't believe that I was there. I got a ton of comments about how I should be at home and how my kids would understand and forgive me and how there will always be another assembly to attend. After hearing about half a dozen comments like that, I ducked out to the van, a little dejected. How could no one get why I was there?!

A few minutes later, Mischief and Crafty came running out of the school and hopped into the van.

"Mom, I was so afraid you wouldn't be there! Thanks so much for coming! I liked seeing your face smiling at my face!" Mischief said as he gave me a huge hug and a sloppy kiss.

Well, okay ... someone got why I was there!

Here's the last song that Mischief and his pals sang at the assembly ... it lifted my spirits, made me laugh and reminded me to believe in myself, be true to myself and to celebrate the things that make me me, even if no one seems to 'get it' ... hope it does the same for you!

If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise. ~Johann von Goethe