The Haps

I wanted to write a post about my little ballerina, who is such an amazing dancer and did so well at her recital Sunday. She knew all the moves; the other girls were looking to her for what to do next. She wasn’t scared this time. She’s a pro. I posted a video of her rehearsal on my Facebook page, and each time I watch it my heart swells with pride. A good friend took a video at the actual recital (I couldn’t—I was the class mom and was waiting backstage while they performed). That one makes me tear up. There is a point where the whole audience starts cheering, presumably because the adorable little ballerina with the helper just made it all the way around her circle without any help at all. So sweet.

I wanted to write about the end of the school year, too. Gracie’s last day of school is Wednesday. She will have a little kindergarten graduation ceremony and I am so hoping they have caps and gowns for the kids. They are doing some song-and-dance numbers, so that promises to be adorable. There is nothing cuter than little kids singing and dancing.

I wanted to write about all the other stuff we’ve been doing, too. I had my last leadership training session last Thursday—it was a class for parents of disabled children, and it was so awesome. I presented my community project to the class Thursday. I put together small gift bags for parents of children who have recently been diagnosed with a serious illness/disability/life-changing condition. The bags are a little less, er, robust than I originally imagined, but still sweet. They contain a little package of chocolates (Hershey Hugs and Kisses—symbolism is big with me), a small package of kleenex, and a pamphlet with some encouraging words and some resources, like info about specific conditions, IEPs, advocates, etc. The last page of the brochure has some inspirational quotes I found on the internet, like this one:

A bird sitting on a branch is never afraid of the branch breaking, because its trust is not on the branch but on its own wings. Always believe in yourself.
-Author unknown

And this one, one of my favorites:

You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.
-Bob Marley

And this one too:

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.
-Mahatma Ghandi

I also wanted to write about the end of an era for Jackson. He will be switching schools after this year—he is going to go to the public school Gracie attends. He seems fairly nonchalant about the whole thing, but I’m nervous. I don’t know how the kids at Gracie’s school will treat him. Will they accept him? Will he do okay there? Will he want to go back to St. B’s? And, as the school year winds down, I am feeling nostalgic about all the things we’ll miss next year—the annual silent auction, the school musicals, his friends…

Speaking of musicals, Jackson just had his spring musical last week too, on the same night as my last class. He had a solo in the musical, and he did great! I’m so proud of him for auditioning for the solo, and for getting it, and for getting up on stage and performing in front of all those parents. He was super nervous, at least during the daytime performance when I saw him, but he got through it and sang loud and clear. He’s got a great voice and perfect pitch. I am hopeful that his musical talents will be encouraged at the new school. I’m hoping his artistic abilities will be recognized, too. He is very talented and always has been.

Finally, I wanted to write about my anniversary. Chad and I will celebrate eight years of marriage on Wednesday. Eight looooonnnnnng years. It’s amazing that he’s put up with me this long. But we’re in it for the long haul, and each year we grow a little closer. All those monthly disagreements fade in the love we share. I can’t imagine a world without him. Well, okay, I can imagine it—our house would be cleaner, sure, but there would be less laughter, less togetherness, and it just wouldn’t be the same.

These days have been so full of happenings—full to bursting—but so rich. I am grateful. ❤

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