I attended my grandson’s first Christmas program this evening. It’s a milestone for our little Rye; the first of many new experiences. Like his mother before him, he sang not a single note. He didn’t want to be there, and everyone watching knew it.
That’s okay, though. He’s three years old and adorable. It didn’t matter that he frowned throughout the program and refused to sing. One of his other grandmothers was sitting next to me, and we both loved the show. We both took lots of pictures. Mine are mostly blurry, but I still treasure them. I haven’t seen my husband’s pictures yet. I hope he got some good ones.
The preschool was packed. People were left standing in the lobby for lack of seating. The parking lot filled to overflowing and then we lined the street. I actually scored a great parking spot in the ditch close to the building. The whole place was abuzz with excitement.
The kids were dressed as Christmas presents. Each child wore a festive wrapped box, which left their arms, legs, and heads visible. One little girl even had a huge gold bow on her head.
The highlight of the evening for me was when he dropped the toy he’d smuggled onstage. Since all the kids were wearing gift boxes, Rye’s efforts to retrieve his toy added humor to the performance. His box jostled the kids beside him, who in turn jostled the kids beside them. It wasn’t pandemonium, but it was funny. I giggled myself silly.
Watching my grandchildren learn and grow makes my nana heart happy. I look forward to more school programs in the future. Thank you for reading Ozarks Maven! If you’ve enjoyed my little seeds of wisdom and joy, please subscribe to Ozarks Maven, Like Ozarks Maven on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter @OzarksMaven.
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