A Cheesy Celebration

Busy, busy Friday afternoon for our family. I dropped Aidan off at his weekly golf lesson and continued on to the Mother's Day teas held at Brennan and Griffin's preschool. We were, predictably, late and all the kids in Brennan's class were already lined up to do their special performance.

As we walked in the room, all the boys lined up, shouted with pure excitement, "It's Brennan! He's here! Brennan's here! Brennan! Over here Brennan! Hi Brennan!"

"Wow B!" I said to him in his ear, "You are like a rock star!"

Brennan smiled, shrugged and joined his classmates. He seems to take it all in stride. Always.

I listened to their singing with, of course, tears in my eyes. It was a beautiful and poignant moment to see Brennan, so grown up and self assured singing "You are My Sunshine", the song I sang to him every night before bed for the past five years.

After Brennan's performance, we hightailed it over to Griffin's classroom for his celebration. Griffin, being our G, had not an iota of interest in any type of performance. He preferred, instead, to partake of the many snacks set up for the party and shoved handfuls of cheese in his mouth as quickly as he could.

Griffin's teacher eventually lined all the kids up, but Griffin refused to line up and instead sat down on the floor next to me.

After years of Aidan refusing to do any type of performance, I was not surprised in the least. I still teared up watching the sweet faces of his classmates singing their hearts out to their moms. My dear friend Danielle's little boy Ryan sang with gusto and shot his mom so many loving, adorable looks, it broke my heart.

As I smiled at Danielle and Ryan's interaction, my own G turned to me and said over the sounds of singing, "Mommy?"

"Yes G?" I whispered back, anticipating his own words of love and devotion.

"Mommy, I could really go for some more cheese."

Okay then. More cheese it is.

Brennan and Griffin each made the requisite Ode to My Mom poster that is required each year. This year, Brennan's classmates answered the question: "My Mom Always... " In Brennan's class, moms always "give them hugs", "tell them they love them", "play games" or "bake cookies." Brennan's poster said: "My Mom Always: Makes Me Do the Laundry."

Yep. Make Him Do the Laundry.

In Griffin's class, his classmates answered the question, "My Mom Always Says to Me..." Griffin's classmates mom's always say: "they love me," "do your best" "be happy" or "smile". Griffin's poster said: "My Mom Always Says: Go Brush Your Teeth."

Yep. Go Brush Your Teeth.

Their sentimentality overwhelms me. Truly.

After we were all celebrated out, we were off to pick Aidan up at golf and take Brennan at his first soccer practice. Chris is the assistant coach for the team and Brennan was dying to play. Dying! He had his uniform on since the moment he woke up. It only took some superior negotiating to get him to keep off his shin guards until we got to the fields.

If only the temperature hadn't dropped about twenty degrees. It made for a frosty game and practice at the soccer fields.

At the end of the day, we were all wiped. Today was supposed to be a day of little league parades and games. I am taking it as a personal mother's day gift that the windy weather has resulted in all activities being canceled. I was never happier for bad weather. Hurray!

Instead, we may head to the movies this afternoon. But first, I may make all the boys do some laundry. I will blame the idea on Brennan.