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Mothers’ Day Tea

Today was my favorite day of the entire preschool year: The Mothers’ Day Tea at Benjamin’s school. All the kids get dressed up, they sing super-cute songs for the mommies (which Ben has been singing at home for weeks!), we have snacks and juice and tea, and each mama is given special gifts made by her little sweetheart. I love it. It’s one of the perks of being a mom: watching my little man all dressed in his handsome dress-shirt, singing his heart out, and smiling at me. It’s one of those special moments in life that you hold onto for a rainy day (or any day that your little darling is driving you crazy!!). The kind of moment that makes your heart grow.

And it doesn’t get much cuter than watching a whole class of preschoolers sing Skin-a-Marink-a-Dink, with hand-actions (ha…bet you’re singing it to yourself now, aren’t you?).

My Mom said that it seemed like yesterday that she was at a Mothers’ Day Tea with me. Sigh.

Ben and Joshua, best buddies.Joshua and Benjamin, super-buddies!

This year’s tea was extra special to me. Ben was amazing! A superstar! He stood, he sang, he did all the hand-actions, he even welcomed everyone to the tea (with his buddy Joshua). Now, Ben is a pretty awesome kid. He’s smart and funny and sweet and interesting. He’s starting to read (in two languages!), loves math, and is really, REALLY into everything space. But, there are some things that are hard for him, and standing on a riser while singing, with hand-actions, is one of those hard things. A year and a half ago, at his very first school concert, I was in tears, for all the wrong reasons; It was unbearably hard watching my little guy struggle. This year, the tears were of pure joy. He did it! And the best part? After each song, he smiled at me. I am one proud mommy. 

  Ben and me at the Tea.Benjamin and me at the Mothers’ Day Tea.

Oh, and the picture that he drew, my very special gift, is going into a frame to be hung on the wall. I think it’s a pretty good likeness.

DSC00522Me, by Benjamin

 

xo Naomi

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  1. Jenn BWMay 10, 2012 at 11:39 AM

    So happy to hear that Ben is doing so well with his fine motor skills!! He must have felt as proud as his mommy! :)

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  2. Katee WangiaMay 10, 2012 at 3:13 PM

    They did do awesome!! Loved all the smiles and that our cute boys got to do the opening together! An their teacher said they were the kindest, thoughtful boys! whoo hooo!!

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