My Son’s Graduation ~ A MoTab Saga
Posted by thefunnygirl on Saturday, January 8, 2011
I was never supposed to go to the MoTab concert. My husband was supposed to be overseas on business that week. Yes, that week, out of all the possible weeks of ever. Of course. I thought about it, about how maybe it would be ok if Grandma watched the kids. But what if something happened, and we were both out-of-town? There was also the money for the flight to consider. And I work in retail and it is the holidays and the schedule was already done. And then I’d need a ticket for the concert, which was highly unlikely. I wasn’t even going to register for the drawing because I could not go.
Two fans asked me to register for them, which I did. My name was drawn. Of course. Then their names were drawn. Of course. Fans starting giving tickets to other fans whose names were not drawn. My tickets were also given away. Of course. My husband wakes up on the day of his trip not feeling well. He ends up with a nasty stomach flu and doesn’t go on his trip. OF COURSE. A few days pass and I resign myself to the fact that I am not going. That even if I had a ticket, it would be next to impossible to go on a trip right before Christmas, I had to work and the flights were expensive. My husband tried to console me by telling me that we’ll get the DVD as soon as it comes out. Bless his heart. But you and I know that there is NOTHING that compares to David live. But I’d have to take what I could get.
Then I saw the rehearsal picture. Then I was done. Sadness doesn’t describe what I felt. It was tragic. This was such a huge honor and accomplishment for David. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to go for my own reasons, although hearing him with the choir was sure to be like standing in Heaven, but there was a sense of loss for him in my not being there. Not that he’d even see me, not that he even knows who I am, but that my not being there felt so wrong, in a way I can’t explain. I cried all morning, then I had to go to work. I sent my husband an e-mail telling him that I have to go. That we could use his airline points (which we were saving for something else BTW). I flew my freak flag as high as it’s ever gone.
I told him that I felt like I was missing my son’s graduation. He told me that David is not my son. I told him that I know that (thank you very much!) but that it doesn’t matter. He reminded me that I didn’t have a ticket. I knew that too (duh!) but that would not stop me from trying to get one! He told me to try to get a ticket then we’d talk. I posted everywhere that I needed a Sunday ticket. I was actually already scheduled off on Sunday and Monday. I got a ticket (THANK YOU sooo much you know who you are!) I told my husband and we started checking flights and he probably still thinks I am crazy. In all my fandom I always said “I’ve never asked to take a flight to see him!” and now my husband was agreeing to let me use some of the points which we were saving for a family trip, to go to Utah. UNBELIEVABLE!
Because my husband is not a fangirl, he will never truly understand what this trip meant to me. I was in Utah for less than 24 hours. Marciami let me share her room, and I had other offers from other fans as well. Thank you so much! I had to miss the fan lunches and dinners but I got to see and hear David in all of his glory. You have read the recaps and seen the videos. You know the magnificence that it was. The local people who blogged and tweeted about how wrong they were about him, the tears that were shed, the confidence and smile of the newly grown-up David. He captivated every person there. His voice filled the conference center and gripped you by the heart and soul. I am so ridiculously proud of him. I showed my husband one video from MoTab, because I wanted him to see that it wasn’t some random concert. He said “WOW! That was amazing. I see why you wanted to go.” 🙂
Selfishly, I am over the moon that I got to go. But the real joy in being there was the love and pride and faith I felt as he bathed us all in the Spirit, and the confidence of knowing that he is truly right where he belongs. I am blessed and honored to be his fan. He may not be my son by blood relation, but he most certainly is if measured by love.