I sat with the kids, even though I probably should’ve been with the parents.
It was my first elementary school Christmas concert ever – of my whole life – and I was pretty sure I was in for some poor quality. Five and six year olds look adorable, so it (kind of) makes up for the three different keys going on at once. The church was filled with parents, grandparents, siblings, and the room was lit up with bright reds and greens, just to prove we were in the Christmas spirit.
I sat with my colleague and friend, the fourth and fifth and sixth grades surrounding us. I could feel their adrenaline
I didn’t play a role in the evening at all. I got to sit back and enjoy their company (with only a few whispered “hushes” and shaking of my head). Each grade got up, Pre-K-6th, and I sat there and thought, there is so much.
I wanted to be sitting right there with them, my students, the pews and pews of them. Some coughing, some sneezing, but healthy.
I wanted to give each one a hug, to remind them that God loves them, that He is in control.
But instead I clapped and smiled, and hid the sadness until I got to my car.
