And then S told me the news: no Middle School youth group tonight. Instead, they were invited to this thing called "Fields of Faith".
I won't go too much into it. You can read about it here. I will say that all over the country, on October 13, high school chapters of FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) hold events on their high school football fields. There is music, a local speaker giving a testimony, and a challenge to find faith in Jesus Christ.
S wanted to go. I wanted to go to Bunco. S wanted to invite a friend. I wanted to drink wine with my Bunco friends. Oh, that's easy, I thought. I'll just drop the two kids off and have my husband pick them up when it was over. But it didn't sound just right. I mean, two sixth graders in the midst of over a hundred people at the local football field? Sigh... I'll go too. I'll give up MY night. That's what we mothers do.
But oh how glad I am that I went. Of course S and his friend were not near me. They went over (within my sight, but without their knowledge!) and hung out with their friends. I saw my son and his friend singing their hearts out. I saw S lifting his hands in praise. I saw the two of them and other kids listening and taking in the testimony of a wonderful young woman who told of leaving her Sikh tradition and becoming a Christian.
S and his friend later came over to sit with me towards the end. He thanked me for being there on this "awesome night". It was a great night for me to be with my child. It was where I needed to be.
(Oh... and guess what? I got the date wrong. Bunco is NEXT week!)