So you know the awkward kid that seems to be a target every year in elementary school? (Particularly if overly smart and underly able to read social cues, not to mention dissociative and weird?)
Well yes, that was me. But it also seems to me looking back that there was a certain conspiracy on the part of the universe to highlight these differences; a little bit of an ill-fated star.
Now Noah is socially aware for his age and although he definitely is his own little creature and one occasionally finds him going completely his own direction at school, I still have hopes that things will be a little easier for him along the way. Perhaps without that little twist of luck.
But then I picked him up yesterday and I was handed his (3) lines for the school holiday performance. This being an extremely multicultural little school, of course the performance is academically themed, not religiously.
And they are learning about the solar system. And each child will be taking the role of a planet. I’m sure you see where this is going…
NOAH: I am Uranus! I am the seventh planet from the sun…
… it’s going to be a long winter.
(I’m glad he got this line at 3 years old, and perhaps before he is, say, 8, the curse will have worn off.)
It’s a good thing he didn’t get this line when he was 5, because the pronunciation of Uranus . . .
Also, be glad he isn’t poor sad Pluto. Does Pluto even get to be in the play? Or did it get plutoed?