I was a little nervous about the upcoming production. It's no secret that 2 and 3 year olds rarely do what they're supposed to, especially when it's most important. So I had my doubts. But all Jack-fears aside, I also had two others to think about. Since Jon had been traveling all week he couldn't take off work, which left me to fend for myself with Jude and Julia. I knew Daddy and the grandparents would be wanting to see some pictures and a video. So I found a seat conveniently located next to another on-her-own mama with twin girls, plopped Jude down next to me and said a quick prayer that Julia would stay asleep in her carseat and Jude wouldn't decide to throw a fit or try one of his escape tactics.
Have you ever been to a preschool program? They're really quite humorous. A bunch of tiny kids, trying to follow directions but too distracted by the sea of faces before them. Some tears, when a child or two finds their mommy and realizes they can't get to her. A few simple songs, always sung off-key (or in no key at all). And of course some costumes to trip over and cardboard scenery that doesn't function as it should.
|And little ones that fail to sing at all because they're too caught up in what's going on behind them (he didn't look towards me once for a good picture!)|
But you've never seen such a prouder group of parents. All it takes is a stage, maybe a few lights and it doesn't matter how well their child sings, or if he even sings at all. Those little ones are stars! And we're the ones honored to raise them.
As soon as we saw Jack enter the room Jude and I cheered. We clapped, we screamed his name, we waved our hands, just so our little star would notice us. And when it was his turn to sing, I may have cried a little.