Today was the Christmas program at Jack and James' school. It's always a chaotic but precious little singing presentation. Last year they both gave a lot of blank stares, and hummed along with a couple of lines to the songs. This year, however, Jack was very focused and sang through every song. At times he even forgot to do the hand motions because he was paying attention to the director's cues. Jamesy wasn't feeling very well, so he sat on the front row looking kind of pitiful. All in all, the program brought me to tears and filled me with pride. The boys are growing up before my very eyes, and I'm not sure I'm doing a very good job cherishing each phase and holding on to their innocence. I think Jack was taller than every kid on stage except maybe 2....when did that happen? How long before he towers over me and makes me question my own authority? James didn't run into my arms when I got home from work yesterday....when did that happen? How long before he rubs away my kisses and asks me to drop him off down the block so his friends won't see? I want to cling to them, keep them little, and let them never grow up!! These feelings brought me back to The Reason For The Season. How must Mary have felt knowing that her baby boy was sent to be the savior of the world? God must have prepared her that this would not come without a price. How she must have clung to His youth and blocked out the day that He would stand on his own and fulfill His destiny. I am humbled. I am thankful. I am blessed. Baby Jesus, Lord, we love you. This is how I felt.
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