Last night was a family affair at our church’s youth group. My son played electric bass in the worship band, my husband worked the tech booth, I registered the students and my daughter? My daughter blew me away.
We have a large number of kids who come on Sunday nights so the youth is divided into two groups. At 6:00 the junior high kids (6th through 8th) have a worship service and the senior high kids just hang out. At 7:00 they switch. We are in between youth ministers right now and we have these incredible college students who are filling in while we’re looking for the perfect fit. Last night was April’s turn to speak and her topic was worrying.
She had called Katie earlier in the week to ask her if she would be willing to come up on stage and talk about her worries from a few years ago. Katie agreed so last night I stepped in to hear what she had to say. I hate to be redundant, but she blew me away.
Katie will be 14 in less than two months. She has a beautiful singing voice and I’m always amazed when she gets up and sings in front of a bunch of people. But I’d never heard her speak in front of a crowd before. My baby girl was replaced by an eloquent and poised young lady. She said she was a little nervous speaking to the high school kids because they’re older, but you sure couldn’t tell. She seemed so calm and confident and I was one very proud mama.
She told the audiences when she was ten her dad got a job in Pennsylvania so he quit his job in Little Rock. She said how she worried about moving so far away and not knowing anybody. She talked about how her mom got breast cancer before her dad had even started his new job and how she was worried her mother wasn’t going to be around. She said her father came home every other weekend and how afraid she was her relationship with “Daddy” was going to change and not be close anymore. *sigh* So much for a ten-year-old to worry about. But she also talked about how her mom is okay now, how she has great friends and likes it up here, how she hasn’t lost touch with her friends from Arkansas, and how she and her dad are as close as ever.
Apparently nobody told Dad what she was going to be talking about so it caught him totally unawares. Poor guy. I was standing on the opposite side of the tech booth and could hear him sniffing while one of the teenage boys who work in there with him was patting him on the back. Thankfully I was prepared, though it still choked me up. I’m not sure if it was because of what she said or because of the overwhelming pride I felt. Probably a bit of both.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that she’s okay. All the trauma this family has been through and she’s okay. She didn’t come away scarred. She’s a little less naive and a little more aware. But she’s okay. And isn’t that what every mother wants for her child?
Crossposted at Mothers with Cancer