Sixth Grade

Girl’s school choir performed at morning chapel services earlier this week. She told us, beforehand, that she didn’t want us to come, but, of course, we went anyway (we did slink quietly into the balcony to watch, so as not to embarrass her with our, I don’t know….breathing). They sang beautifully, breathtakingly, inspiringly…most of the … Continue reading “Sixth Grade”

Girl’s school choir performed at morning chapel services earlier this week. She told us, beforehand, that she didn’t want us to come, but, of course, we went anyway (we did slink quietly into the balcony to watch, so as not to embarrass her with our, I don’t know….breathing). They sang beautifully, breathtakingly, inspiringly…most of the parents were in tears. Afterwards, Hubby and I melted into the crowd (we didn’t want to embarrass Miss “I-Don’t-Want-You-to-Come”) and were walking back to the car when we heard, “Mom! Dad!”. You guessed it: Miss “I-Don’t-Want-You-to-Come” had turned into Miss “Don’t-Leave-Without-Saying-Goodbye”. We told her how well she did and we got a nice goodbye (in front of her friends, even!) When they’re in Sixth Grade, you’ve got to take the lovin’ when it comes. You never know when it will come, but it’s awfully nice when it does.

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