Friday was for me one of the biggest movie-going events of my lifetime, second only to seeing Star Wars in 1977 for my tenth birthday. Skipping school to see a movie was special enough (I NEVER missed school), and seeing any movie at a theater was a pretty big deal for a family who typically ran out of money at the end of the month. But this movie was special. I remember sitting in the domed theater watching those opening words move over our heads, my breath surely taken away for the first few moments.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens held a similar excitement for me. It was the first time my family would see a Star Wars movie together in the theater, since Episode 3 came out when my kids were too small. We’re all huge fans. Maddie even has a pink and black Mandalorian costume created for her Comicon visit last year, which of course she planned to wear for the big event. She also planned to wear it to school.

A problem arose the night before, however. In anticipation of the big event, Maddie stayed up late (the night before her last finals) repairing one of her lightsabers (hello again, duct tape!). I didn’t realize what she was doing until she had finished, and at that point I had just been reminded of the new rules of cinema-going: No masks, no face paint, and certainly nothing weapon-like, no matter how cartoonish or unreal. So, her cool helmut was out, as were her lightsabers and blasters. She was so sad–depressed really. I managed to snuggle the sadness away enough for her to get to sleep, though, and the next morning she was up and ready to go in record time. A big day such as Star Wars day gets her blood pumping, thankfully!

As I had promised earlier in the week, we had cancelled the cab in favor of a mom-drive to school. It’s a bit of a hike to go roundtrip during rush hour, but I enjoy the time with Maddie and getting even a glimpse of her school life makes me happy. Just seeing the other kids arriving at school gives me a small sense of what her days might be like. I’m not saying I want to drive her every day, but I make the most of the times when I do.

As we were getting into the car, in a mad rush as always, I noticed her blasters (i.e., storm trooper guns) nestled into her belt. “Maddie,” I said, “you won’t be able to take those to school. Schools have rules prohibiting anything looking like a weapon, even if it looks totally fake,” I explained. I even went into why that rule is now in effect.

“How do you KNOW?” she countered.

“Well, I just know that generally speaking schools no longer allow anything like that. You could get in REALLY BIG TROUBLE. Like you could get expelled.”

“Everybody knows me and knows I wouldn’t shoot anybody,” Maddie insisted.

“Unfortunately they can’t apply rules like that. The same rules apply to everybody.” I even told her about a couple of cases in which kids with toy guns were shot by police. I was really going for it.

“What if I just try?” She was not giving up. She had a whole costume to wear, and dammit, she was going to wear it at SOME point.

“The trying is what can get you into trouble. ‘Trying’ is showing up with the toy guns, and that’s what you can’t do. Plus,” I continued, “if you go to school with those and get into trouble, you will also get in trouble at home.”

“What exactly would happen?” She always likes to weigh her options.

“No computer time (i.e., Minecraft) for a month.”

She continued to ponder the consequences, questioning exactly how I know all this. She still wasn’t convinced anything would happen should she keep those blasters in her belt. Finally I suggested she look on the school’s website for a student handbook that might spell out the rules. She grabbed my phone and perused the website. Nothing jumped out. And then I had the best idea of the day: “Just call the office and ask. Say ‘I’m dressed up in a pink and black Star Wars costume that has pink and black blasters. Is it OK if I wear them?'”

So she dialed the number and explained her predicament to whomever answered the phone. She was transferred to somebody else, and she repeated her problem. “Okay,” she said right away. “Okay.” And then she hung up. Oh, thank goodness. She got the answer, and I could let it go. The blasters and her helmut stayed in the car when she hopped out to go to her last two finals. She was still happy and in the Star Wars spirit. In the end, she didn’t let the lightsaber/blaster/helmut exclusions get her down.

Crisis averted. Well, one crisis averted. When I asked her about the science and history finals she was about to take, she remarked, “There’s one problem. There is a study guide for history I was supposed to finish before Mr. L. will give me the test. I remembered last night, but it was too late.” Oh no. I hadn’t bugged her about studying because (1) that’s up to her teachers, (2) she won’t do it anyway, and (3) she does well without ever studying, so what’s the point? But I hadn’t anticipated this.

My heart sank. What in the world was going to happen now? What if she didn’t even get to take the final? I was trying to breathe deeply. It would all be okay, I tried to convince myself.

“You have to figure out a way to remember this stuff.”

“I know.”

“If you can’t remember things, you have to write them down. That’s the case for everybody!”

“But I never remember to write it down.” That’s definitely a problem. We talked about strategies for stirring her memory.

“Well,” I finally decided, “this is your first experience with finals. So this will be a learning experience, and you’ll know what to do next time.” Maddie nodded in agreement. She didn’t seem particularly stressed out. “I guess you’ll see what happens in a minute!” I said.

“Yup.”

When I picked her up a few hours later,  just after she finished her science final, she was in great spirits. She thought her finals had gone well. Apparently had completed enough of the study guide that Mr. L. had mercy on her and let her take the final. Oh, phew! Thank goodness for compassionate, understanding teachers!

She was happy for vacation to start, and more immediately, to head off to the theater.

“Did anybody else dress up for Star Wars?” I asked.

“Nope!” She could not have cared less. She was rocking her own style and loving every minute of it.

I was talking to a friend the other day about Maddie and how I recognize the ironic gift of having her for a daughter. There are struggles, and they are daily, but there are some things I will never have to worry about. She will not have drug problems, she is unlikely every to drink or be promiscuous because she doesn’t care enough about what other people think to alter her behavior. And she is happy with herself. While other families are dealing with teens so overwhelmed by stress that even attempts at suicide have crept into their lives, I know I don’t have to consider that. I have one of the most easy-going, good-natured 15-year-olds you could ever meet.

Whatever happens with Maddie, she will be okay. She will be content. She will love and accept herself. And she has the confidence to fully express who she is.

We all loved the movie. I might even see it again. I never do that. But the feelings of joy and gratitude I had yesterday were just too good pass up if there’s another chance.

Friday, Star Wars opening day, the last day of Maddie’s first finals, was good day all around. A very good day.