I find Jin’s favorite word, the only way to describe the trip to Chicago.
Let’s start in the pit.
You know who you are.
I had my girls with me.
You saw their faces.
You smiled at them.
You knew what was coming.
You took my money and walked out with a smile on your face.
You wouldn’t care, I know, about their crushing disappointment. That one daughter curled up in the backseat of my car and couldn’t speak for almost three hours. You’d laugh at our nervousness, driving up to the United Center the second night. KNOWING we had tickets that would scan just fine this time, still we were nervous. You did that. You stole a piece of their joy. You looked in their faces and sold them despair with an earnest smile.
It was a lesson. A lesson and a miracle. The second show wasn’t sold out and I had a credit card.
The three of us will talk about this for years to come. We talked about how we reacted in the moment, how we perservered and ultimately won. It was scary, and sad. As a parent, I was afraid I’d done harm, afraid I wouldn’t be able to fix this one. I was lifted by my youngest in a crucial moment. We both carried the other until she came back to us.
It was costly.
It was a lesson.
In the end, I would do it all again. We would do it all again.
We know, now, how powerful, how resiliant, we are together.