Last night I watched my first five minutes of American Idol since Season One. Despite my love of reality television I’ve never been attached to the show and the only thing I’m really sure of is that Kelly Clarkston won once. Right?
Anyway, I put the remote down because the boy about to audition, Kayden Stephenson, was wearing the nebulizer mask my son so often needs. I wanted to show Parker a boy like him, who must have asthma but is managing to do amazing things like sing on national television.
I believe 30 seconds passed before my eyes were watering, maybe 10. Kayden doesn’t just have asthma, he has cystic fibrosis, a terminal illness.
He made it to the next round, ran out of the audition room to his awaiting family and told the camera he was “the luckiest kid in the whole world.”
I’ve been hanging onto his words since he said them.
Today I saw a set of triplets, two girls and a boy, exactly what I have, what I had.
I saw Kayden’s story for a reason last night. Seeing those triplets today stung, but something kept grounding me to the present. The days I should have are never going to be the ones I’ve been given. I buckled my kids into their carseats next to the triplet mom pulling away with the life I had planned. Before leaving I sat in the backseat, kissing heads and passing out I love you‘s.
As gratitude seeped in, I climbed into the driver’s seat.
The only way to stop going backwards is to keep on going forward.
Thanks Kayden. I will now watch American Idol to follow your success, even though you’ve already won.
Here’s a link to Kayden’s audition just in case you haven’t watched since Kelly Clarkston either.
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