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On Sunday night my family and I caught a show at the theater. We sat as a family of four, Jess, Katie, Brooke and I, listening to actors sing and dance as they told their story over the course of almost 3 hours. Nothing particularly unusual about that. Actually, it was a dress rehearsal of the musical Godspell being put on by a local theater. For the background on this, please take a moment to read —>>>this.<<<—
The bottom line is that we were able to sit through an entire show…as a family. Little Brooke watched, completely rapt. After every song she would clap or make her little Jesus doll clap. For three hours on Sunday night, life felt blissfully typical. For three hours, autism took a back seat to Jesus, John the Baptist and the rest of the “Godspell workers”.
After the show, Jesus came down and handed Brooke a mini-poster of the show signed by members of the cast. She introduced him to his mini-me.
It was a gift. A blessing. A glimpse into a different world from the one we know.
Interestingly enough, despite the fact that Jess and I sat not two feet apart from each other throughout the show, our experiences were dramatically different though both incredibly positive. She did a much better job describing our magical evening —>>>here.<—
This week I have a lot to be thankful for, but I am especially thankful to my Jess for making this evening possible. That we were able to experience this little piece of heaven, this little piece of what I imagined part of parenthood would be like, was all on her and the kind, wonderful people at the theater who let us come into their rehearsal and have our own show.
We have tickets for this coming Sunday with a live audience, but for now, I’ll take this private performance for our little family.
***For those curious why Brooke’s “Jesus” doll looks like that, here’s a picture of Jesus from the movie Godspell: