You can tell it’s almost Christmas as things start accumulating in an ever increasing pile of go-go-GO! This week alone we dealt with two sick kids, one sick mommy, a choir concert, a band concert, a gift exchange, a company Christmas party, a Christmas market, ACT tests, cap & gown orders, Championship ring orders, cookie baking exchange, tuxedo fittings and more. My brain can’t even think of the more.
Half of me is irritated and tired and frustrated. What a lot of running around for One Special Day. I feel the Christmas spirit has left the building with all the-things-we-must-do. And the other half is in tears watching her giant man-child enthusiastically yodel along with his choir. What a joy he is to watch!
I have to brag, he looked incredibly handsome and grown-up in his tux. I’m flabbergasted that this big moose is my little baby. And then, then there’s my tough guy, my moose, my killer on the football field, singing his heart out. Not just singing but really putting his all behind every note. He is easy to pick out in the giant choir, he stands out just being him, but he was also the only one really bopping and weaving and rocking the carols. He put a smile on my face with his complete joy and uninhibited visible enjoyment of all the songs.
The very best part though, the part I don’t have on video, and I’m crossing fingers & toes that one of the other parents does, was during the “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy”. There’s a part where all the baritones sing a waterfall chorus of FaLaLaLa and only Cole really did it the right way. You can hear it above everything else, the rapid fire, deepening of each “La”. He did it so perfectly, so seriously, were all the other boys hesitated… and it just made me laugh with happiness.
The Christmas season may be stuffed with too much things-we-must-do, but I really wouldn’t want to miss a single moment.
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