On a perfect spring day, a mother sits on the solid old oak bench – that hundred-year-old quality stuff that you would not find at a garage sale, because the quality is too good [LOL] – in a country church. She sat there almost chewing the skin off her fingers as she waited nervously for her 6-year-old to play his violin, in public.
Susan was a lovely thirty-something who doted on her son as a single mother, the spitting image of a body [she had] that evaded burgers and chips like her kryptonite. Looking at her you can bet your pets and your children that her world is smothered with anything that has to do with fitness and planted food. However here, she was ready to be a jolly proud mom waiting for an impressive performance.
She is preparing for her son’s violin debut in that country church. It’s small but packed, like they could all fit in a grand city auditorium.
The choir strolled haughtily chest-up off the pulpit, as they were finished [they know they moved the people] after their selection.
Then it was time, the Preacher says, “now we will have a special selection”. So that being the case, Susan’s eyes turned into a big ball as she tried unsuccessfully to quiet her noisy-beating heart. She sees this big ball of curly hair walking up to the pulpit, violin clutched like there were thieves crowding the aisle. As he reached the accompaniment pianist, he looked back at her who now managed to looked like the confident Grand Supporter. They exchanged smiles and it was ‘off to the races!’
As he played, smiles overloaded the church, even mom: then he hits a strange note, mom’s fingernails went mouth-side, but before you know it he was back on track, “large and in charge” – his little hands and fingers in a smooth synchronized flow with the pianist, carried a mellow yet moving melody of a familiar song. Mom was all smiles and she kept it on, her fingers intact. At the final note, you can see nothing but a sea of glee and a boy ascending from the pulpit haughtily chest-up like the choir – you go boy!
It was that church, no fist-bumping, hand-dapping, jump-up celebrating, but everyone was more than ready for “church”!
A joyous time filled with a happy moment!