My day was going smoothly. I’d gotten my work out of the way which meant there was plenty of time to see my son Brandon’s poetry reading in his class room. All the kids wore all black and berets and read poems they’d written. I told Brandon I would show up to listen.
But something came up. The newspaper called and a story I’d be working on for next week got pushed up. They wanted to run it the next day. I still had notes to go through, people to call and tapes to transcribe. It looks like there would be no poetry listening for me. There wasn’t enough time to pull this off and do my radio show later in the day.
But I made a promise and I did not want to break it. However, I never got an indication if it meant anything to Brandon for me to be there. I debated and decided to go hear my son read his poems. I snuck into the back of the classroom and waited for Brandon’s name to be called. When it was his turn he read a poem about math. He loves figures and numbers.
It was cute and we all snapped our fingers in applause so we did not disturb the rest of the classes.
A few minutes later one of his best friends read his poem. Two minutes after he finished his mother walked into the class room. He realized his mother did not hear him speak and he broke down in tears. I guess I made the right decision to go. All the work stuff worked out and it was important to be there for my son.
I talked to my wife Abs and she said there are a lot of tears in that school when parents are unable to attend plays, games and special events. I guess our kids do want us there. It means a lot. I know work is important but so are our children. It is really important to be there for them even for these fourth grade events.
Afterwards Brandon came up and hugged me. I told him I loved his poem and he smiled.
I made the right choice.