Amazed

Brady had his end-of-Kindergarten concert this week. I normally do not look forward to these things. It is not that I am heartless, it is just that every concert up until now has consisted of a dozen singing kids and mine standing, arms folded, mouth squeezed tightly shut, sometimes glaring at me. Between Brady and Sully, I have watched six such concerts so far.

Brady not participating (glaring):  Preschool concert, spring 2013

Brady not participating (glaring): Preschool concert, spring 2013

For weeks Brady has been telling me that this one was going to be different. He was going to sing. On the morning of the concert, I woke him up with a silly song about today being his Kindergarten concert day. He answered back with a proclamation that today was the day that I was going to be “amazed” and that I was going to be “so proud” to watch him sing. I gave him a kiss and told him I was already proud of him and I was excited for the concert, whether he sang or not. I was fairly certain he was not going to sing.

I should have had plenty of time to get there, but the last patient (before I was going to cut out of work for a couple hours) came a little late and traffic was surprisingly heavy. I found a parking spot on the street and grabbed the stroller for Colin to sit in, as my sister-in-law was already inside with the littles. By the time I made it into the school, I had two minutes until the start of the concert. As I made my way through the office, I saw Brady’s class already walking down the hall. I cut them off just as the teacher gave me a confused look and told me the baby was NOT in the stroller. I yelled back as I ran down the hall, “I’m not crazy, the baby is already inside.” Looking back, I must have been quite the sight; a frazzled mom, run-pushing an empty stroller down the hallway.

I had barely sat down when the kids started coming in, three-by-three, announcing their alphabet letter and their corresponding line. Brady’s was “H is for happy faces, filled with love and cheer.” I was surprised by two things: 1. How loudly and confidently he spoke his line and 2. How tall he looked up on stage.
He took his place on the risers and I was anxious when I realized he was placed on the uppermost level. I waited for him to either fall off, or goof around with the kid next to him and push him off. Two years ago, it would not have been a question of if he did it, it would have been a question of when. Much to my surprise (and relief!), he did neither.

After all the kindergarteners had taken their places, they started into their songs. Brady did amaze me and make me proud, just as he promised. One of the first songs they sang was “You’ve Got a Friend in Me.” Without warning, tears started forming in my eyes. I could not believe it, as I am generally not prone to fits of emotion. But sitting in that audience and looking up and those dozens of sweet, innocent 5 and 6 year olds singing about the friendships they made just struck me somewhere deep inside.

It has been quite a year for both of us. We are growing up so fast.

Tia, Brady, Grandma Donna

Tia, Brady, Grandma Donna

Brady and Dad

Brady and Dad

Amazed

Amazed

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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