Last night was the preschool's Christmas program. For weeks, Cambria has been singing the songs and performing the hand motions. The program was all she could think about day and night.
We arrived at the seminary, found Cambria's classmates, and helped into her cat ears and tail. We gave her a hug and said we would see her inside the auditorium. As we past the crying 1-2 year olds, I commented to our friend, "Isn't it nice to have children who don't cry when we leave."
I immediately knew something was up when Cambria walked into the program. Her eyes were red and I could see that she was holding back tears. One look at me and the tears began to flow. She ran across the stage into my arms. I asked her what was wrong and she answered, "I thought we were going to eat." That was all the explanation I ever got from her.
She sat out a couple of songs before I talked her into singing "Joy to the World" with her class. She bravely sang a verse before melting into tears again and finishing the program in my arms, once again.
Having young kids is tough and a lot of work, but there are moments that are totally precious. For some reason, last night was one of those times for me. I am glad that Cambria is growing up but I also greatly appreciate that she still wants me around when life disappoints her. That will not always be the case, though I hope it will be more than not.
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12 years ago
2 comments:
Hi Laurie,
Oh the little ones are fun... Brennan & I didn't even make it to the program. The tears started at home and even though in the back of my head, I was hearing that voice saying, "it's not going to work, don't try," because I was sooo excited about his first Christmas program, I got him dressed in his reindeer vest, put him in the carseat, and jumped in the car. About half-way, Brennan completely melted down and I realized how awful I was to even make him go that far and that he just needed to be in bed. So no reindeer antlers for him...but lots of Mommy cuddle time, which beat it all :0)
Hi Laurie. This story about Cambria is so touching. Being a mom of two teenagers, it is often difficult to predict when they will still need and reach out to me to lean on. I will say that I had one of those rare, special moments with Brannin last month after his last high school football game. It was a very emotional time for me because he is a senior. However, I didn't anticipate that he would be moved by the experience until he came out of the locker room after the game, his eyes red from crying. He embraced me and began to cry again saying how sad he was that it was his last high school football game. This made me cry as well. Anyway, my point is this, that no matter what age your children are, they will always reach out to you, sometimes unexpectedly, and moments that I treasure the most with them.
Love,
Lynette
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