Watch your itty-bitty, beautiful, ham-of-a-daughter (who refused to wear her camp t-shirt because “it doesn’t match anything”) perform on stage for the very first time.
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Tags: crying mom syndrome, love, memories
July 2, 2009 at 7:28 am |
See, camp wasn’t so bad. Did she actually get up there and work it? Mine was the deer-in-the-headlights-I-think-he’s-wetting-hiss-pants-yep-he-definitely-is type of performer. Hope yours fared better. And, he she follows in her mommy’s and daddy’s footsteps, I’m sure she was AWESOME! I’m ashamed to admit that my kid did a pretty spot on reenactment of my last on stage performance:)
July 2, 2009 at 8:02 am |
Oh man, I know all about this one. They invited us for the end of the year circle time at Graham’s school and I spent the entire time with tears welling up in my eyes watching him sing all of these songs that I didn’t know he even knew. We’re such wussies.
July 2, 2009 at 8:47 am |
It’s amazing. Watching all the kids get together and sing and do their dance hits me everytime.
Pre-kids…..I’d be checking my watch to see how much longer I had to sit there.
July 2, 2009 at 11:49 am |
Of course it doesn’t match anything. What were you thinking?! LOL!
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July 2, 2009 at 12:47 pm |
Adorable. You must have been so proud.
July 2, 2009 at 12:55 pm |
She looks a lot like her foxy mama! I love that she already has fashion sense…neither of my kids do!
July 2, 2009 at 1:36 pm |
If yours is the one in the cute turquoise tank and jean skirt then I wouldn’t be putting on a camp shirt either!
And I cried just thinking about my nephew graduating from elementary school…I didn’t even make it to the ceremony. I did however blubber, and I do mean blubber, when he was over later that day, when I told him how proud I was of him.
Those moments hit you like a shot in the gut don’t they?
July 2, 2009 at 2:19 pm |
Seriously, was your daughter and mine cut out of the same mold? Cuz mine hates the camp shirts, the school spirit shirts, and I could barely talk her into wearing her softball uniform.
And I totally get it. At Poonch’s first dance recital, I bawled. Of course I tried to hide it from everyone because I looked like such a dork. But she just looked so HAPPY up there.
July 2, 2009 at 3:39 pm |
Love it. The fashion defiance and the performance. And how short she seems. And that she’s found her calling. For today.
July 2, 2009 at 4:49 pm |
Cool! Love it!!
July 2, 2009 at 5:30 pm |
It’s amazing how many times they make you cry. She’s adorable.
July 2, 2009 at 8:17 pm |
oh, that always gets me. i think i may have seen hubby wipe away a tear or two, but don’ tell anyone.
July 3, 2009 at 7:40 pm |
This post was beautiful in its brevity.
July 4, 2009 at 6:12 pm |
I still cry a river even after all these years when one of the kids performs and they are grown up now. Happy tears.