Primary helps too...usually. Singing Primary Christmas music always makes me tear up. Today I managed to maintain my composure for most of the meeting. And although Dylan was driving me CRAZY thinking he was my singing time helper for the matching game we were playing, he gave his first talk today and did an awesome job. We used like 7 pictures of Jesus' life from the gospel kit and I just had him talk to me about what the pictures were. That's how we "wrote" his talk. Then we practiced it. He was nervous for a minute - something about the microphone freaks him out for some reason - but then he did so good. He knew just what to say. So by the end, the proud mama in me finally seeing a "good" moment during Primary choked up just in time for the closing song. Oh well, two really precious moments from my two kids this week that I hope to never forget!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Precious Moments
We've had a weird week. Preston up all night hopping out of the crib, sitting next to him for hours and putting him back in (like the Super Nanny suggests) for hours on end, not to mention my lack of preparation this year for Christmas. So I'm exhausted and am still looking for the Christmas spirit I usually have four days to Christmas. It peeks its head out now and then, but has been hiding much of the season. But I had one of those sweet moments a couple of days ago that helped a bit. Preston finally slept in one day after not sleeping well for 3 days in a row. He woke up at like 9:30 or something crazy like that (mind you he'd been up at 4:00, but still). I walked up to check on him and he was just standing in his crib smiling at me. I walked into his room and started talking to him - just the usual "good morning sunshine" bit. Anyway, I scooped him up in my arms and he cupped my face in both of his little hands and gave me a big "ah mmm" right on the lips. That's how he kisses. He just makes this letter m sound and presses his lips to your face. It was so sweet. He pulled his face away, smiled at me and did it three more times. Talk about melting my icy old heart!
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So help me, Maria, every week I look up at you, see your eyes getting watery and it chokes me right up, I am SUCH a baby! I have to not look at you if I want to keep singing. However, those are probably the most spiritual moments of my week - the children singing about Jesus, so much love and faith.
Did I mention what a great chorister you are? Cuz you are.
You're the baby? I'm the stupid baby! Sorry about that. My sisters and I are all that way. If one of us gets watery, we all cry. The kids must think I'm crazy! Thanks though. It means a lot to hear you say that I'm a good chorister. I try to prepare myself to teach those little youngsters through music, but sometimes those little doubt moments creep into my heart...especially when my own son won't sit in his chair. : ) It's teaching me patience though. Patty told me his behavior is normal and is a compliment to my parenting. She told me I must be a good mom because he's used to being my little helper all day every day. Probably just a nice Primary President trying to help minimize my breakdowns, but I'm going to believe her anyway.
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