I struggled with what I was going to write about today. It was Thursday morning and I had zero thoughts. I was talking to my fellow Bloggy Boo’s about having to pass up on an opportunity this week in the name of not being a wack parent. I told them the story as it was and how I’d come to my resolve around the situation. In return the first message I received from one of them was “Mimi, I couldn’t finish listening to your message because I started tearing up.” Now I’m a natural “thug” about my emotions, I don’t generally get emotional or cry over real life. Let a cute commercial come on or a sweet moment in a movie and I will cry like a baby. Crazy I know. Hearing her message may have caused my allergies to activate and increase the fluids in my eye ball; jury is still out on that though. As another chimed in with a similar sentiment they told me I should share the story. So wrote a blog post about it, like to read it here it go.
On Wednesday a show producer called me up about an amazing idea I had and the blog post I had created around it. I’m talking MAJOR NETWORK TELEVISION SHOW! I was all kinds of excited; I’m talking a bunch of squealing 10 year old girls over their favorite musician excited. I’ve been waiting for this call all of my life. I mean, I hadn’t seen my face on TV since December. We’re chatting it up and the date of recording is revealed SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! The date was familiar, so familiar it is the day of my Man-Child’s sixth grade promotion. Now I didn’t even know that was a thing, I totally didn’t have one growing up. Either way it is a big freaking deal. Even more so after the rough year we’ve had. I told the producer I would double check the dates and then call back. So I called the school and asked them to confirm. I asked if there was any possibility the date would change, the answer was no. I called the producer back and told them this is the opportunity of a lifetime for me but I would have to decline it because, that is the day of my Man-Child’s sixth grade promotion.
Full disclosure I knew the date was likely going to coincide with said sixth grade promotion. Prior to the producer calling I’d asked my son how he would feel if I’d missed his promotion. He said he would be disappointed because I’m always there. *heavy sigh* I told him okay, I thanked him for his honesty and in my heart I knew I would have to say no IF they called me. I never told my son why I asked him that I just went on with our evening.
I picked the kids up from aftercare yesterday and I decided to tell my son about my day. I told him I had an opportunity to be on a TV Show. To date I’d only been on the news. He was excited, I went on to tell him I told them no because it was the day of his promotion. I told him that is why I’d asked him about my attending the promotion the day prior. The response I got I NEVER, I’m talking N-E-V-E-R saw it coming. I told y’all our year was ROUGH!
Y’all my Man-Child went off on me in the most respectable kind of way. He was mad that I said no. He said I should have told him what it was about. He started telling me how I’m always telling him to follow his dreams, to take advantage of opportunities when they are presented to him because they may never come around. Y’ALL, HE USED MY OWN WORDS AGAINST ME! It was so mature, I was proud of him, more than he will ever know. I frequently feel like I’m talking to a brick wall when speaking to him. Like he isn’t listening and life isn’t going to be kind to him if he doesn’t take in the things I say. Well as it turns out, the brick wall was listening and absorbing the lessons without my knowledge. Well Amen Saints.
I told him that I believe what is for me, is for me and if I have to jump threw a lot of hoops to make it work then it isn’t my time. I told him not to worry, that the opportunity will come around again. He then asked what if it doesn’t; I told him then that is a chance that I have to take and we’ll see. No matter what I would never regret being front and center for your sixth grade promotion.
As parents we do most of the teaching, sometimes our kids are the ones to teach us the lessons.