but I came all the way from Texas!

By: ewhite422

Aug 12 2010

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A few years ago my son, Josh, was a delegate to the Model United Nations, where college students from all over the US gathered at the UN Headquarters in New York to hold proceedings fashioned after the representative organization.  It was his last year in college, and so this would be his last opportunity to participate and my last chance to see him in action.

I flew with my daughter, Christi, all the way from Texas to witness this important event.  Well, we did some shopping, too.

After breakfast with Christi, I arrived 2 hours early for the occasion and wound through security lines.  Just as I approached the main auditorium, the one you see on tv, a security guard stated that the room was full, and that the rest of us would have to go to the “overflow room.”  He led us down a stairway to the basement.

“This can’t be happening!”  I thought.

Once seated in the secondary room, I realized that they did not have television monitors, only audio for the poor parents relegated to this post.  I had to do something.

I approached a friendly looking security guard.  “Excuse me,” I began, and I thought to myself that I probably sounded as southern as Suzanne Sugarbaker, “but this is my son’s last year and I came all the way from Texas to see him at this event.” 

He shifted his feet with some impatience. 

I decided not to make my request too hard.  “I know that I have to sit down here, that the room upstairs is full, but would it be possible for me to just stick my head in the door so that I can tell him that I SAW him?”  I smiled my best smile.

He thought for a few seconds and then he said in true New York style, “OR you could deliver an urgent message to him!”

You should have seen the relief on my face, “Oh my gosh, YES!” I said, wondering why I hadn’t thought of that.

He called to another security guard, “James, this woman has to get an urgent message to her son, who is a delegate in the event.  I need you to escort her upstairs and make sure she gets it to him.”

I made myself look urgent and serious.  The guard snapped into action and took me up through the elevator that was not open to the public.  My mind whirred with what message I was actually going to tell my son.

We agreed that we would stand at the door until we spotted him in the crowd of about 300 students, he would escort me to his delegation’s table, I would deliver my message, and then I would return to the “overflow room.”

I spotted Josh in the middle about 2/3 away from the dais.  He was representing Iran and was busy with his fellow delegates planning their resolutions.

I scribbled a note in Spanish on scratchpaper I found in my purse, “No tengo urgencia…todo esta bien.  Fue la unica manera que yo pudiera verte.” (I do not have an emergency…everything is okay…this was the only way I could see you).

Josh put his head down when he saw the guard escorting his mother straight to his table.  When he saw that he could not avoid me, he stood and came over to give me a hug and receive the “urgent” message.

I whispered in his ear, “Don’t be mad…this is the only way I could get in…they had me stuck in the overflow room!”  His eyes softened and I knew he was thinking, “Mom is always up to something.”

The guard waited patiently while I delivered my message, and then asked, “Would you like to have a seat in here?”

In my best southern voice, I said with surprise, “Why yes!  I thought there were no seats available!”

“Well,” he said, “There is one on the left side of the stage.”

I peered toward the front of the hall, and to the left of the stage there was a seat with the officials of the proceeding.

“Let me escort you there,” he offered.

And that’s how I saw the whole thing.  I also saw my son put his head down when he saw his mother sitting with all the event officials, like she owned the place.


One comment on “but I came all the way from Texas!”

  1. Reblogged this on Elaine White and commented:

    Good memories

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