Bryan was up on the stand with his class (Drew's class), Carter sat with his class and Maylee and I sat on the front row. Carter's class had new teachers and he was sitting by his friends so they were a bit wiggly and Carter may or may not have spent most of the the program with his back towards the congregation, arms draped over the wall, and being everything but super reverent. Andrew was his usual self when we are out of the normal routine of things. He was wiggly, touching his friends, and having a hard time following directions up on the stand. After trying to parent from the bench (NOT EFFECTIVE) he clawed the air at me and threw a punch or two in my direction. I called him down once and chatted with him. *sigh* Didn't work. Little Maylee sat with my friend on the front row and I got to go sit with Drew up on the stand.
He was not happy. It took some convincing, but he sat on my lap and laced his fingers through mine. I held that little boy. He was still distracted and wiggly, but we sat, he sang, and he made it through the entire thing.
By the end I was tired and so glad it was over, but I wouldn't have missed those moments for anything. Afterwards an older gentleman came up to me and told me what a wonderful mom I am which touched my heart, but on my way out the door I was stopped by a woman. She hugged me. She told me how special my sweet Drew is and what a special spirit he is and how lucky we are to have one another. We hugged and cried. I need those moments to remind me how special our sweet boy is and how blessed we are to have in him our family.
