Even though last week was snowed off for the school, the children and the teachers have worked really hard to ensure that the nativities took place this week.
Maxi’s was first on Thursday and it was a Snowman at Sunset and yes, I cried. Maxi doesn’t do dressing up, so as a narrator he only had to war his hat, scarf and gloves. It was a wonderful show and I have to say there wasn’t a dry eye in the house when one of his little classmates did a solo at the end.
Friday saw Mini’s show, which was whoops a daisy angel, hats off to the teachers on this really, as the children had only had just over a weeks rehearsal and my oh my what an amazing show it was. Mini was a Shepard and again I cried!
The boys nativities have real meaning for me, when I was really ill I focused on seeing them and they were one of the things that I was determined to see as they grew up. So no matter how hard this past week has been, I am so grateful for being here to see them.
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After reading this I’d like to say just one thing… YAY!!!!!
A damned fine joy filling and thankful making post Jen.
Oh how fun – and won’t you delight in your sweet family memories for decades to come! I still remember the fun shows my kids and grandkids were in over the years. It was always so much fun to watch and sometimes even get to help. Have a blessed Pause in Advent!
This is lovely Jen, it makes me feel grateful for my two.
There is something truly wonderful about seeing your children in Nativity plays, the innocence and teh sheer joy of it all. No wonder it was something that kept you going! Lovely post.
I’m so pleased their nativities were able to go ahead. Finn’s school did whoops a daisy angel when he was in P1 – with us they only do a Christmas show in P1 and the other age groups do them at different times through the year. Pre-kids I would have laughed to know how teary I’d get at these things! Juliex
Amen. I never thought i’d be one to blub at school plays and the such. I practically drown myself in tears at every one. I think we took about 40 pictures this year. All of the eldest in a grump, arms folded, but at slightly different angles.