Wednesday, May 5
A city so nice…
My 14-year-old daughter Meghan leaves tomorrow morning at 7am with 89 other 8th graders from Karns Middle School for a 5-day trip to New York City.I think I’ll be okay. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
They get to do all good things NYC---Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, etc., and what I’m pretty sure will be Meghan’s highlight: They get to see Lion King on Broadway on Friday night.
(Those of you who have heard my story about seeing Lion King from the back row of the theatre sitting behind a pole thanks to Pervis and Andrew probably don’t remember Meghan wasn’t with Monica, Michael, Matthew and I when we saw Lion King on that trip. So she now gets her very own showing, I assume no pole involved)It’s a great opportunity, absolutely.
She’s been packing for a month, I think. She packs like that for every trip though.
Meghan had a horrific sledding accident this past winter.
In our backyard, hit a tree at a high speed, lacerated her liver, bruised her kidney. I was the first one to get to her; an unbelievably bad image I wish would leave my head.
I don’t think there’s some ‘christianized’ moral to all this…I can’t tell you exactly how ‘my faith is stronger because that sled hit the tree’, or ‘how this truth or that truth came to light for me during this tough time’. Neither do I have any of those miraculous epiphanies because Meghan went through all this that would be a good title of a Christian Best Seller, sorry.
I think, basically, all I have is…”My daughter’s going to NYC tomorrow morning. I think I’ll be okay.” From my perspective, that’s pretty miraculous in itself…
Mark Nelson at 7:56 PM 0comments