The boys had their Christmas programs last week. My middle son about broke my heart.
His teacher called me before the program to let me know he was not doing well. I asked her to try to get him up on stage and she said she would do her best. As he walked up to the stage I could see he was not himself. He never did see me during the performance which probably didn’t help things. He did OK during the performance and occasionally I saw him try to sing or do the moves. Mostly he was just trying to get through it I could see.
At the end the music teacher invited parents to come take pictures up in front…. All the attention was overwhelming for my son.As I watched him my heart started to break. His pain was suddenly my pain. I ran up there whispered to his teacher I thought he needed to get off the stage. He finally saw me then as I waved him down. He fell into my arms and the tears started flowing.
This little boy that climbs effortlessly on top of buildings, jumps and races his motorcycle as fast as it goes, plays hockey, soccer, baseball, wrestles his brother twice his weight, has no fear of heights, is a monkey on the loose…… is a marshmallow on the inside.
He breaks my heart. I wish I knew what to say or what to do. I know I can love him and encourage him and support him…I hope that’s enough for now.