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Front Row Seats

I fell in love the other day. With a concept. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it was sweet love nonetheless.

I recently had a fight with a family member. I left the exchange feeling invisible, misunderstood, and worse, judged. What made it even more difficult was that I recognized it was a pattern – something, sadly, I’d come to expect.

Needing to process my thoughts, I turned to a wise soul who, happily, lives two doors down. He listened to my story with the patience and presence of Buddha and nodded his understanding. Then he said something which rang so true for me it left me slack-jawed and deep in thought for days afterward. Intrigued yet?
He said:

“Some people aren’t deserving of a front row seat to our lives.”

When he said this phrase, he continued on with his other thoughts, but I found I couldn’t move on. I just kept uttering that phrase, rolling it over and over on my tongue, liking the taste of it more and more. It was like I had been given a truffle. 

In my mind’s eye, I envisioned a theatre filled with blood red lush velvet chairs. The notion that I got to choose who got the front row seats was thrilling. It wasn’t new, exactly, but more of a refreshed understanding  – one that I had let slide a bit. I was at once aware of the fact that I hadn’t taken inventory in a while. Did I know who occupied those seats? And were they there by invitation or out of a sense of entitlement or by default? Was there anyone squatting, assuming their front row seat was somehow a tenured position and couldn’t be revoked? 

The notion of “being deserving of a front row seat” underscored my belief in the privilege of intimacy. I have long-since believed that to share in the majesty, the mayhem and the magic of another person’s life is an extremely privileged and sacred gift.  It is by invitation only and must be treated with the utmost honor and respect, even in the heat of battle – especially in the heat of battle.

It is in the spirit of this philosophy that I will often say, “our children chose us” when describing how we came to be as a family. It’s also because of this that I see “family” having not a lot to do with blood. I see each of those front row seats as a place of honor – not one of politics, “shoulds” or guilt.

To be honest, I’m still unpacking the full meaning of that phrase “deserving of a seat” and considering whom I wish to occupy those chosen spots in my life, but I offer you the concept to consider with this question:

Who do you wish to have seated in your front row – and are they there now?

1 comment to " Front Row Seats "

  • CountyGrrl

    When I was applying to college, my parents had to write a “recommendation” (standard practice for my college). I was pretty similar then to now – I like to have fun and I have a lot of acquaintences, but not many friends. My mother said in her essay about me – “K. is a girl who does not suffer fools easily.”

    I am blessed to have found a lover and life partner early in my life. I am honored to be part of her life and to watch as she does amazing work. I am blessed to have some deep friendships that transcend too-long silences and too-few visits.

    It is a gift to be part of their lives and they enrich mine so much.