My life, as usual, is a never-ending battle of tasks. My sanity lies somewhere in the middle of the whirlpool.
So last night was my son's first program. The kindergarten and first grade classes performed about seven songs in the middle school's gymnasium.
I must say it does something to a mom's heart watching her child in a group of his peers. Standing alone from his family, already more independent than a mere nine months ago.
Thankfully, he is quick to show his youth and continued need for his mother, if only for a little longer.
