The boys had their preschool Christmas program at school on Wednesday night. I have no good pictures for two reasons: 1. Ryan didn't have a good angle to get pictures and 2. my boys were either sitting on the ground the entire time (yes, that is my child, the sitting thumb-sucker!) or hidden by a girl who is entirely too tall to be standing in front of my son!
The program itself was fine--lots of songs, running/spinning/crying children, and food following. However, the best part of the program was the reflection that Ryan and I had afterwards. It's so easy to wish the days away--to think that it will be so nice when the kids are older, sleep in, eat dinner, are not so needy, etc. However, these five years have flown. There will be a time when my boys will not want to sit and hold my hand. They will not sign "I love you" to me. They will not say, "Carowine" or "he-woh" (that missing "l" sound is so cute). We won't get the cute crafts. We won't hear the mispronunciations that are so precious (today a tobaggon was called "kabob"). I need to take the time to appreciate and redeem the time that I have with these children. The days are defintely long but the years FLY by faster than I realize!
So...this is not so much about a Christmas program as much as it is about the realization that these years when we have Christmas programs to attend are limited and precious.
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