my boy

Jem had a spring program at his preschool tonight. Families gathered in the sanctuary and listened as the kids sang songs about frogs, the days of the week, and catching bumble bees. And it was everything that I expected from a preschool program. There was the boy who danced through the whole performance with a huge smile on his face. There was the girl with a huge flower in her hair, white gloves on her hands, and a floral dress with a white button-down sweater. There was the boy who stood with his hands in his pockets and a look of extreme pain on his face. It was hard to understand most of the songs as the kids would be really loud on some parts and then mumble through others. It was fantastic and entertaining.
And there was a moment when I watched my first-born singing about a shark and I began to picture him standing on stage at his high school graduation. My eyes started to tear up and then I pulled ittogether and reminded myself that just one hour earlier at dinner he was laughing hysterically at the idea of being named Stinky. High school graduation is a long way away.