About a month ago Abby Sue received a phone call from a friend at school inviting her to be a part of their dance routine for the upcoming talent show. You can imagine her surprise and excitement. This was the first time anyone had invited her to a be a part of anything at her new school. She was beaming for the rest of the week and chatted with me often about how thrilled she was to be included.
One and a half weeks before try outs the phone rings again. This time it was the parent who was choreographing the dance. "I'm not sure who told you that Abigail could have a part in the routine that our kids are doing but, there isn't any room for her. Sorry." click.
I was standing over dinner, asking God how in the world I was going to break the news to my little girl. I know that working though disappointment is an important part of childhood, but she had gone through so much already, couldn't He give her a break?
No, instead He gave her grace.
After gently explaining to her the situation and (both of us) shedding a few tears, my Abby Sue dries her eyes, lifts up her chin and says,
"That's okay. I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt my feelings. There must have been some mistake. I think I should do my balloon art instead. That's my real talent any way."
And so, this past Friday night she jumped out on that huge stage, in front of an auditorium full of parents and peers, and danced, smiled, twisted and created a balloon hat, a balloon wand, she pulled a balloon rabbit out of a magic box full of an assortment of many other balloon animals, all made with her own two beautiful hands.
It was unique. It was happy. It was incredible.
It was courageous.
"Mom, I think these balloon things really make people smile."
She's right of course...and it makes people (like me) cry.