We are so thankful.
I've been eyeing these...
Yesterday, the kids and I went to church after having missed a few weeks due to the bazaar. Husband wasn't able to come with us as he was busy with a list of obligations, so on our way we went--the three of us. I signed the kids into their classrooms, hardly paid any notice to the halos and wings being passed out in Brooklynn's class and headed up the back stairs to the sanctuary. We usually sit in the top of the auditorium near the center. I told Husband a few months ago that we should move up front, and he responded, you could move up front. So in the back center is where we sit.
Oh, it was nice to finally be at church. I sat down, relieved to be free from the everyday noise and demands. About the time I was settling in for some holiday reflection, our pastor got up and welcomed everyone saying, "who's here to see a child today?" Suddenly, flashes of wings and halos and the children pastor's chic black blazer and heels all came together. In about one minute the Christmas program was beginning and my kids hadn't a lick of what to do, dance or sing, and they're wearing near play clothes and tennis shoes.
I sprang out of my seat, ditched my purse and hurried to save my family. There I found the children's pastor dolled up, like I'd previously noticed, guiding a line of 30+ 3-4 year olds, including Asher, wearing fabric tied around his head like a little shepherd boy. He looked surprisingly thrilled with what was about to take place. When I explained to another teacher that I didn't know if he should take part in today's performance, since he hadn't ever been to practice, she said, "oh, none of the little kids know what they're doing; they'll just stand there and look cute." Easy enough, I guess that'll do, I thought.
I went to find Brooklynn and when I found her in stretch pants and wings, I asked her point blank, You want to sit this one out since you haven't practiced, or do you want to do this? There is a fine line when telling your child he or she can't take part in a children's activity when all of the other humans under the age of 10 are doing it, so I let her decide, and she said yes.
I held my breath as I went back to my seat and for the next ten minutes while the big kids performed. Then it was the younger kids' turn. Brooklynn was the first kindergartner to take the stage. The sight of her salmon colored top made me cringe a little as the rest of the kids came on stage in their black and red performance dress. Then the little kids came on stage lining in front of the other kids and there was Asher in his bright yellow flannel and black and yellow Nike's, dead front and center, without a clue why he was up there.
I think I slumped in my seat a little. When the music began it was sweet. Seventy-five or more kids singing Christmas songs in their ununison harmonies. Then our sweet, sweet Asher decided to that since he didn't know what to do, he would do his own thing, in his yellow shirt, dead front and center.
I should have known.
He stomped his feet, did twirls, moved back and forth from the edge of the stage, walked around (with another boy who lost his head piece and was acting like a ghost) and bent over kicking his feet in the air.