Last night at Awana Club they had a talent show. Last year, the Cubbies (William’s group) did not participate beyond watching from the audience. This year, they let them sing as a group. William told me early on that he wanted to sing a song all by himself. I told him that was called a solo. Yes, he said, that’s what he wanted to do. This was about 2 months ago.
The teachers have been getting them to practice at every meeting, and at every meeting William proclaims practice to be boring. If it’s insisted that he practice, he makes a big show of it and sings faster and louder than the other kids. Except… a couple weeks ago there was some sort of turning point for him and he started accepting that practice is necessary.
Last night was the big night and he was, literally, beside himself with excitement. The practice time was perfect… I wish I had recorded that. Alas, I did not. But the actual performance ended up being pretty hilarious and cute. He did great! But it looked more like William and the Cubbettes as backup dancers. But who cares? Everyone was happy. Oh, and you get to see a cameo of my backside… I’m the one in a blue shirt. ha
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(Video credit goes to Tony)
Earlier this evening, as I stood facing the pool, on my right there was a sunset visible between the branches of a tree laden with so many white blossoms that it looked like a popcorn tree.
On the other side of the pool, the moon was already in the sky behind a veil of fog. Sky friends that bring light and get glimpses of each other sometimes. I wonder if they’ll see each other again in the morning? 🙂
Leaving for work this morning, William clings to my hand and says, “I’m never letting you go, mommy. You’re my mommy forever!”
I stroke his arm that is attached to the hand that is holding me. In response he says, “If you leave, I will cry!”
I see the sadness in his eyes and so I stroke his forehead and say, “Why don’t you come out to the garage and hug me goodbye after I get in my car?”
He tentatively smiles and says, “OK!” So we hold hands and head into the garage. He stands on the step and waits for me to get in my car, buckle my seatbelt, open the garage, start up my car and pull it partially out of the garage. Then I open my door and he runs to me, crawls in my lap and holds on tight to my neck. He kisses me on my cheeks and my chin. I feel his hands tangle gently into my hair.
I remind him, “I’ve got to get on the road now.”
He looks sad for a second and then says, “Can you call me on your phone? When you close the garage door, can you call me on your phone?”
“Yes, I sure can! What a great idea!”
He gives me one last kiss, hops out of the car and runs back inside to wait for my call.
I love how his brain works.