Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Give Me A Chance, Mom! [Story]

This past few week Lisa, my daughter is almost 17 years old often came home late from her lesson. Again and again I ask, the answer is always traffic jam. She usually not like that, she always home on time.

Our relationship was not good indeed. Since she asked for permission to join the school band and I'm not allow it, it's just like my daughter put up a barrier to our relationship. She always keep silence even though I tried to ask. She was a quiet type, but once she was always warm to me. I really miss my spoiled little girl, sweet and always open to me.

I asked my husband to intervene. But it makes our relationship even worse. Even he put his hands up and asked me to be patient. "Lisa maybe need time alone. Be patient!"

As days past our relationship get more worse. I became increasingly irritable because I do not know how else to talk to my daughter. If she forgot about her task, I immediately snaps and mad at her. She keep quiet but her eyes did not look like it.

When finally I decided to be quiet, it's like our house save fire in the straw. Looks cool, but it's ready to explode. I opted to avoid encounter with my daughter. I thought Lisa was old enough, I know my daughter well. She would not do anything bad if she knew how much I opposed her wish to become a singer.

Back when Lisa was still in elementary school, her teacher said that she has a beautiful voice. But in our family, no one works as a singer. Moreover, I know the artist's world is a glitzy world far from spiritual values​​. So I chose to put her into a regular high school. Lisa is smart, so I never tried to explore her potential as a singer.

Many times before requesting permission to join the band, Lisa always put in a word that if she became a singer, she did not want to be a regular entertainer singer. She wants to be a very qualified singer, and most importantly she'll never forget to worship. At that time I just laugh at her desire by saying, "Do you believe with a voice like that you could make a living?" I know it hurts her, it's better that she was aware of the singer's glitzy world not as easy as she had seen on television.

A few days after the last time talking to Lisa, one night she came up to me and her dad after dinner. She handed me an invitation. I picked it up, read it "High School Fund Night".

"Please come, mom! Dad. I became the chairman committee in this event. I wish Mom and Dad were there.", she pleaded earnestly.

Maybe this is a sign that my daughter want to make up. Of course I do not want to miss this. I want to see one of my daughter's success. With a sincere smile, I nodded in agreement. Her smile makes my heart believe, my daughter already understand why I forbid it.

Finally the event that we are waiting for. I went with my husband, we got the second row seat. Lisa's teacher greet me, as well as my daughter's friends. But I do not see her anywhere. I even asked my husband to help me look for her.

Suddenly, a girl gave me a sheet of paper containing the list of events. I quickly read it and I think my daughter was probably getting ready backstage. Maybe she was elected to speech represent her friends later because I see there is one event titled "Dedication of the heart by Lisa", I think this a strange title for a speech, but teenager nowadays are good at making unique things.

One by one the event begins. Speech from the chief organizer in fact represented by the vice organizer of the event. Where is my daughter? What presentation she would do. I was wondering, my husband tells me to keep quiet and listen because he tired of all my questions. While still curious, I'm trying to concentrate on the events.

Finally, the event organizer say "Let us follow the next event, dedication of the heart by Lisa. And also the chief organizer of this fund night. Let us welcome Lisa!"

The stage curtain slowly open, along with a music sound. I looked at the stage in disbelief when I saw my daughter standing in the middle, smiling at me. Worries making my hands shaking, my stomach feels queasy and I'm so nervous, get ready to be humiliated. Ok, ok but I don't want to let my daughter nervous. "O God, give her strength, give her courage" I prayed silently. Unconsciously my hand clutching my husband's hand. We both hold the doubts and fears together.

She softly sing a song of Celine Dion's "Because you loved me .."

For all those times you stood by me 
For all the truth that you made me see 
For all the joy you brought to my life 
For all the wrong that you made right 
For every dream you made come true 
For all the love I found in you 
I’ll be forever thankful baby 
You’re the one who held me up 
Never let me fall 
You’re the one who saw me through through it all

I ran out of word. Is it true that my daughter is singing? I looked at my daughter's eyes. I looked at her admiringly. How could that powerful voice out of her tiny lips that never says so hard?

You were my strength when I was weak 
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak 
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see 
You saw the best there was in me 
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach 
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed 
I’m everything I am 
Because you loved me

I never realize that Lisa have a really beautiful voice. She look different, she's no longer my calm and quiet daughter, she was so sparkling in the stage light. Oh God, I just realize I have one of your angel. Her voice is so soft voiced her love to me. Oh God, you have open my eyes, open my heart and told me that you have give me a very special gift, a talented and gifted daughter.

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

My daughter who always listen to what I say now standing on the stage, voicing out her heart, beg me one more chance. Her hand lead me, as if begging a chance to undergo one wish. Her beautiful voice beg me to give her permission. "Mother, give me one more chance."

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

I know she dedicating this song for me. Because I like this song and I used to ask her to sing this song. A song I often sing while she was still in primary school. The song that I sang for her whenever she felt sad. This is our song, about us, about the love of a child and her mother ...

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You’ve been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

Beautiful sounding shriek hit my tighten chest. For some reason, suddenly tears dripping from my eyes. Oh, let these tears away, let me see my daughter, seeing my little angels sing. I don't want to lose this most precious moments of my life. I look at her with pride.

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

 I’m everything I am
Because you loved me .

My daughter's long voice redo the song refrain make my tears flow freely. I nod to her. I know she see me because she smiled. "Yes, you can sing.", I whisper to myself.

The song end, my daughter smile despite the tears down her cheeks. I stand up, and give her an applause as hard as I can. I don't care about anyone else, I don't care about my husband, I don't even care if it just me who stand and applaud her. I just want to tell her, "You're great! Really great!". I want to tell her that she was the best. But the sound of thunderous applause drown my screams. Everyone stand up to give a standing applause for her. But on the stage, Lisa just look at me, look at her mother's gratitude.

Dear God, thank you because everyone like my daughter performance. I look at my husband and I see his teary eyes. We can not say a word.

Lisa run down the stage toward us. I just know that greet her with hugs are the best thing I could do. She hug tightly, "Thank you.", she whisper over and over again.

Oh God, thank you for giving my daughter the courage to express her desire. I'm sorry I never give her a chance for this, and it almost made ​​me lose the opportunity to have this so much pride. Thank you God, you give me the opportunity to be the best mother for her.

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