Friday, March 22, 2013
Talents to Share
She lay in a ball on the sofa, blanket wrapped tightly around her nine-year old body. I had called the school that morning to inform them she was home sick with a fever. The ibuprofen I gave her had been doing its job, giving us both the illusion that she was not so sick anymore.
She was holding out hope that she would be cleared to go to school the next morning. It would be the last day before Spring Break, the annual all-school talent show. She had tried out and made it into the program.
But when I saw her laying there on the sofa in the late-afternoon sun, we both knew the fever was back.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She stood up, blanket draped over her shoulders like a royal fleece robe and in a trembling voice spoke the words we both wished were not true.
"I don't feel good." she said, voice full of emotion. "I'm not going to be able to go to school am I?" and then with tears in her eyes came the words, "Mom, I just wanted to share my talent."
I held her tight and tried to come up with some kind of consolation prize, the promise of movies on the sofa falling short.
She has since moved on and accepted her fate. She will probably be able to share her talent with her music class, it is something, even if its not quite the same.
Her desire to share her talent challenged me. It wasn't a boastful, proud desire. It was a child-like knowing that she had been given a talent and talents are meant to be shared. Not over-thought, not hidden, not held back because of fear or doubt or worry over what others might think.
The truth is simple, no matter how I like to complicate it: We have all been given talents to share.