Today was the awards ceremony at Madison and Rahn’s primary school. I was getting ready to attend since I received a letter from the school saying that Rahn had won an award. How proud was I?
Then I found out Nelson Mandela died and I started involuntarily crying and hoped like hell my mascara was waterproof.
So I went to the parade. This is held at the “undercover area”, so basically a slab of concrete with a roof. All the kids sit on the ground with their legs crossed in neat little rows. Adorable. The parents get to sit on bench seats surrounding the area; let me tell you, after an hour on those seats and continual clapping, you sure feel it.
I was sitting on the end of the bench seat, trying to get a good position so I could take photos of Rahn when he got his award. All the students started lining up and taking their positions in their rows.
Then I heard a small voice say to me “excuse me, could I please sit next to you, I’m not allowed to sit on the concrete”. I looked up and saw a little girl, very petite with a pretty lace scarf on her head and no eyebrows or eyelashes. I just wanted to pick her up and hold her and tell her it was going to be okay. But instead, I said “of course you can” and I smiled.
So she sat next to me and during the course of the hour I can only imagine how very uncomfortable she must have been, I had to refrain from picking her up and putting her on my lap. But during that whole hour, she sat with her back perfectly straight and she clapped after every single student got an award. There were even teachers and parents who stopped clapping after a while as it was getting a bit much. But this little girl (and only god knows how much pain she was in) clapped for every single person with as much enthusiasm at the end as she had done at the start.
I asked her what grade she was in, she said she was in grade two. I didn’t ask her name cause I would have burst into tears.
So after the parade, I put on a happy face for my boy and took photos of him and his award and told him how very proud I was of him.
On the way home, in the car, I cried for the little girl who will probably never get to attend the parade where she gets her graduation certificate from primary school.
And I’m still crying and I am so very angry because I just don’t think it’s fair and dammit, I want to know WHY??????