We attended our first ever Christmas Program for our lil' farm hand.
The service started at 5:30 pm. .and at 5:00 pm we were there.
He didn't have a speaking role mind you . . .
we just wanted to see him clinging to the walking rope climbing up the stage.
We wondered if he would see us. .
if he did .. .he didn't let on . . .he kept in "cow" character as part of the nativity scene.
He applauded for himself after successfully completing song #1.
I had a sudden "my mom" moment as I noticed myself . .
mouthing the words .. .
and glancing around to see if everyone was was enjoying it as much as I was.
Of course they were.
The audience was filled with parents and grandparents and regular attenders.
There was a moment of angst as Mary dug through the straw to find the Christ child.
She located him. . and the Shepherds showed up as if on cue . .
with the wise men following close behind.
I loved it.
It doesn't matter how often we see this typical children's program played out before us . .
every year it is fresh and full of anticipation of the coming week.
Mostly . ..the lil' farm hand observed and tucked away what he saw for future stage opportunities.
Our little Kanneloni Macaroni sported a flower for her big brother's stage debut.
Will he remember this first ever Christmas Nativity play that he was part of?
Not likely . . . .
but this grammie has it documented and has begun a new label for this and all future programs that our grands are a part of.
One of the most precious parts of blogging is knowing that someday they can look back and see that what they did was important. . .
it was valued and they can see where their first memories began.
Merry Christmas my little lamb . . .