oh, my dear son. he was so nervous…not in a cute excited way, in the way that he would have been so happy to stay home.
but we went, he did it!
we sat in the front row and he found buddies to wait with (really, i just wanted to take a picture of those sweet girls in the background) and then began the run of songs and poems…he was so worried how hard it would be, that he wouldn’t remember when to hold up his goat, that there was too much to keep track of, oh child.
and then it was over, and off the stage he came!
afterwards, with relaxed enthusiasm, he gave us a show in the school yard…oh, sweet goofy boy.
so we snuggled (and made faces) our way home in the setting sun…me once again wondering about these life experiences we move our children through while longing to protect them for the dull pains of life…