I going to come right out and admit it. I'm one proud mama. Last spring my older son's (OS) preschool class had a music recital in a local park. Several classes of 3 year olds formed a line and sang and danced to songs. OS was not among them. In fact OS spent the whole concert hanging on my leg and asking to leave. We finally did.
Today was this year's recital. The Big Giraffe and I hoped that this year he would at least stand with the class. Stand with the class he did...and more. He sang and danced. Most importantly he had a fantastic time! He was so proud of himself, and we were so proud of him. I had to hold back tears. Fortunately I was successful, because there's nothing like capping a fond childhood experience with the memory of your mom embarrassing you. It is also fortunate that we recorded the recital. Now I can sit on the couch with my own box of tissues in the privacy of my own home. One less family therapy session to worry about!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: To quote the first song from the recital, "The more we get together, the happier we'll be."Labels: From the Mouths of Babes, Preschool |
i nearly cried today at the end of Vacation Bible School, which I've been looking forward to ending (even though I enjoy it). I blame the lack of sleep, but I think it had something to do with it being MQ's first year in with the big kids, and doing beautifully.