Day 23 – Sometime at school today Baby Girl got a little soft,
cute monkey ball from the magnificent Ms. KK, my school’s magical Book Fairy,
and she has literally not put it down. She has loved it, she has loved me with
it, she had dinner with it and she even took it with her to her cousin’s high
school senior band concert tonight. These types of events are always a little
stressful because I just never know how they will go. The good thing is she
loves music and its usually loud enough that even if she asks me a question a
little louder than one should talk in an auditorium, no one is really the wiser.
Well tonight was great until about 30 seconds into Rhapsodic Celebration mister
groovy monkey managed to escape her happy little hands and roll clear down the sloping
floor of the auditorium and out of sight. You know those people that work for
the police who talk people off ledges? I’ll bet they have hours, no years of
training. I am not trained people. I had
to talk my way through 3 more minutes of music using every single negotiating
skill I had to keep her from freaking out completely and crawling over every
parent in front of us who was filming their senior child’s last performance
ever in high school. Did I mention we were in the second to the back row of the
auditorium? Let me confirm for you this very minute that I know firsthand prayer
was said in a school tonight. The cool thing is that at my nephew’s freshman
band concert this would have ended mayhem – no doubt. But tonight here’s the real celebration, we
made it. It was tough, but she collected herself and waited for the applause
before she hurdled towards the aisle, only to discover our dear neighbor about
twenty rows down had felt it hit her feet during the song and was holding it up,
looking for the precious child who had lost it.
Oh sweet, sweet rhapsody. #30facesofautism
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