“Your son has a lovely boy soprano voice. I would like for him to sing a solo at the Christmas program….”
“Mom! I get to sing! In front of everyone. She said I have a gift!” He beamed as he scrambled into his seat.
I reread the note several times over the rest of the evening. My kid is special! Isn’t that what every parent longs to hear? And yet there was part of me that felt sad. Music might very well be the thing that takes him away from me.
He is so brave, getting up in front of people to put himself on display like that. I would have been paralyzed by the prospect at his age.
“You know there are boys choirs that travel all over the world,” I offered tentatively, imagining his sweet face singing Ave Maria on television.
He loves music so much. He is playing piano in second grade at the level I was at when I was in junior high. It comes naturally to him somehow.
“I want to share my gift, Mom, but I don’t want to be away from you and dad.” He started to tear up. “I like being with my family…”
More than anything else, more than hearing that someone thinks my child has the voice of an angel, what I am most proud of is that my kid feels loved enough that he wants to hang with his family.
He will spread his wings and fly off soon enough but he knows that he will always have a safe place to come back to. Well. At least until he turns 18. That is how I know that all of the difficult choices and sacrifices I have made are worth something.
My kid feels whole.
That is the best gift of all.