Enough cribbing -- let me share something more interesting....

The last few mounds of snow had started melting as the spring sun was growing warmer by the day. My teenager who was then a first grader came home running very eager to tell me all about the day he had gone through. But the big story that day. was that their class was putting together a play for the parents. He was so excited as he told me that he had volunteered to play the lead role in the play, I was really shocked and pleased at the same time, as I had a shy toddler at hand and this was something very unusual for him to do.

Now this got me very curious and I asked him what was he going to be, what is his character's name and what was the play. OH.....but then he told me it was supposed to be a surprise and the parents will find out when they come and watch the play. It was supposed to be a month away, and you bet I was so anxious, I counted my days and everyday I asked him questions so as to get a clue as to what he was ....but the clever little devil never let anything out...

Finally the day of the play came. IT was supposed to start at sharp 8:30am. I was so excited , I woke up extra early and after sending both the kids to school, I took special care to get dressed, after all I was the mom of the main character, oh, but already I was a tiny bit late in leaving the house.... "never mind", I thought, I will make it up on the way and besides these little kids may not start the play on time. So I floored the accelerator, but to my dismay there was more traffic than usual and I was seriously late in reaching the school. I was already in tears and was beating myself up for not leaving home in time.

Anyways I parked and ran to the auditorium, so only see the last scene of the play and I was flabbergasted when I did not see my boy. The curtain drew and I was just so emotionally drained, I could have cried. Just then I saw my son's teacher approaching me. She was all happy and very delighted to see me, and then she started saying, "You know you have very fine little actor in your hands, we do this play every year and so far we have not had a better moss covered rock ever. He was so good, everyone thought that it was actually a rock, because he was so still." So I asked her what was the play, and she replied it was "Anansi and the moss covered Rock." :rotfl

Yes, you guessed it right, my little boy was playing the part of the moss covered rock, so yes I did miss the performance of my little star, but at least I could visualize it later in my mind. And to date evertime I think of it, a smile just appears on my face.....

 

Hi Kkrish,

Thanks for your compliments, actually after I posted this thread I thought the title was not very appropriate.

Actually I have written some posts earlier when I was very depressed and I have only cribbed in those. So for a change I wanted to share something light, when I started writing I was not sure what I was going to write, hence the inappropriate title, sort of... and I also figured that I could not change it later... well another lesson learned!!

 

A anecdote to this story, this morning while driving my now 15 year old to his game, i was recounting this story to him, at the end jhe laughed and pointed to his face which is now more than fuzzy with facial hair and said, i am still a moss covered rock!