Today I am so excited to share someone who is proudly taking on Lizzi’s call to have us focus on the Ten Things of Thankful in our life. I decided that this week’s thankful should be something really special, seeing as Lizzi and I have been going CRAZY over the big package reveal. You see, when someone touches your heart and life like this- it permeates through the layers of your life. My family saw first hand, how Lizzi’s gift touched my heart and spooked me GOOD!
My daughter Cassidy, has grown especially fond of dear Lizzi- and we have talked about the brilliant idea of visiting her in England for Cassidy’s High School graduation gift! (Seven years is way too long to wait for that!) We have had a bit of a rough week here, and I had this wonderful idea to include my girl because she is all about being thankful! Now is a perfect time to have her do just that.
Here’s the deal…My heart broke into a few million pieces recently while watching her school talent show. My sweetie was not chosen to be in some very important ‘acts’, because she has been ostracized by several of her friends. Watching them practice every day for months on cheers and dances with so many other kids, has soaked her beautiful glowing spirit into such heavy sullen sadness. I have been in angst about this looming night for a while now, and it turns out- I wasn’t as emotionally prepared as I thought I would be.
While sitting next to Cass in the audience- we watched her ‘used to be friends‘ doing a cheer, a dance, and a song on stage beaming and smiling and having so much fun without her. This pretty much gutted me. The reality crashed straight into that torn place we have been living all year. Watching those girls and seeing even more kids that were apparently ‘approved’ for these performances evoked a deep bitter anger, and I wanted to walk out. It was all I could do to stay in that place and watch my daughter watch them… as they left her all alone strung out to wither away on the barren empty barriers that were built… out of nothing but superficial selfish solidarity.
It leaves me aching now, needing to do something.
What better stage than here, where she will be loved and honored, as she should. Those fifth graders don’t know what they are missing… shame on them. In the end, my daughter prevails with a smile, a good heart, many Thankfuls to embrace, and a new friend in Lizzi.