I got my first job when I was six. My task was to do absolutely nothing. I was cast as an understudy in a TV commercial - the "just-in-case-the-real-kid-cries-or-throws-a fit" kid. I played on the set while waiting for my turn. The other child did a brilliant job apparently. I never got my turn. What I did get was my very first pay check. I remember blowing it all on a bike. I was a happy camper.
I had almost forgotten all about this until that memory came rushing back yesterday when Mak got home from school. Talk about a memory flashflood.
Mak: "Mama, I like it when Justine is sick".
Me: "Mak!! Why?"
Mak: "Because when she's not in school I'm the narrator in the play but when she's there I'm the frog!"
And so we talked about how everyone involved is just as important as the other, yes, even the Manang that sewed the stage curtains (for extra emphasis) and how the play badly needs frogs too. This is The Princess and The Frog play after all! And I thought my point came across kind of well actualIy until I dropped him off in school this morning. Craning his neck in the school's driveway with matching hopeful look. "Let me check. Maybe Justine is not there."