We bought tickets over a year ago, thinking they were for Seth’s 9th birthday. It turned out the show wasn’t for another year, and so Seth? This was for your 10th birthday which is coming up in a couple of months.
I thought since we got the tickets so very early, our seats would be great, but alas, they were just slightly lower than nosebleed. I felt bad. As we waited for the show to begin, I looked down at the section I would like to be sitting in and felt a little resentful. But then, my boy, he was happy. He was thrilled to be there. He didn’t care where we were sitting. I didn’t want my dissastisfaction to rub off on him so I vowed not to say any more, (Todd and I had already commented on our seats) and just enjoy the show. I thought how blessed we were. How lucky we were to get to come at all. How lucky we were to be all together. How amazing it is to see your child be so excited about something. I just tried to milk every little thing I could appreciate about the moment, and I did feel better.
And then, an usher came up to our row, and made a little anouncement out the corner of her mouth.
“There’s a lady in a grey shirt that is giving away seats on the lower levels. She’s just outside the doorway.”
Of the few of us that heard her, I’m the only one that initially hopped out of my seat. Riley and Seth hadn’t even heard her and wondered where the heck their crazy mother was going? The show was about to start! It sounded too good to be true.
I came back with the tix and a smile and then a few people around followed my lead.
We wound up in the section I had been coveting moments before.
And that is how Law of Attraction works. Let go. Appreciate the good you have and more good comes your way.
I do believe we had the best seats in the house.
And Seth. He loved it. He was rocking out! He could barely contain himself in his seat and thank goodness eventually everyone stood up and danced. It was as if no one was there but him, the way he was so into it. Throwing his hands in the air. Focused so sharply on what he was seeing. A tribute to his beloved MJ.
The acrobats and dancers. The special effects. The huge screens with images of MJ. The sound of his voice talking. The photos of him when he was little. The musicians. Seth was in heaven.
During Thriller, Riley leaned over to me and said, “I feel sorry for all the little kids that are here.” She was worried about children who might be scared.
Then, Seth, on my other side, leaned in and said, “I feel bad for the little kids.”
Both of them sharing the same concern, without knowing the other said it. Both super empathetic as a result of being touched by autism.
On the way out, Riley said, “I could not have handled that when I was little! But now I’m fine! I loved it!”
There was a human dressed up as a chimp as part of the show. Seth asked about it on the car ride home. We told him about Michael Jackson’s “Bubbles” and he said, “How come I never heard about that before?”
We talked about the Neverland Ranch that one of the sets was designed around. Again, he had no idea. For him it’s always been about the music which speaks to his heart, and of course, the dancing.
He knows that MJ died of an accidental drug overdose. He knows about the crazy propofol situation. The plastic surgery is obvious. But there is a lot about MJ we’ve protected him from.
Todd started to say something about the “stories” surrounding Michael Jackson, but I put my hand on his leg as we drove along, signaling him not to go any further.
“Not tonight,” I whispered. He immediately agreed.
Seth had the time of his nine year old life.
For now, we leave it at that.