Saturday, December 20, 2008

Merry Fuzzy and Bright

I can't find one of my camera cards. The little purple one (that is how old it is - I don't think they make purple ones any more). I don't know how to get the video off my camera either. If I could I would surely post the Big Guy's Christmas program at church. He had another one at his school that was extremely impressive, moving, the works. His church choir sang for about 30 minutes and all of them had a line or two. It was fine except they should have ended it about a song or two before they did. I'm certainly not one to judge, but why are they putting all of those little 6 and 7 year old boys together on stage? Isn't that just asking for trouble? The Big Guy was next to his very best friend who just happened to be wearing a lovely red Christmas sweater. I told his Mama he was never to wear a Christmas sweater ever again. During the last song he pulled off a big fuzz ball from that sweater and blew it into the air. It was just too funny for the Big Guy to contain himself. He had to pick one off and blow it too. The higher the fuzz ball floated, the harder they laughed. This continued and eventually the little fuzzies landed on the boys in front of them. Again, just too funny for them to contain themselves and pretty soon they all were blowing fuzzies to the boys on the bottom row. It was chaos. I think I might have smiled a little bit and I will admit that if it had not been my child, I would have laughed hard. In the moment it was pretty stressful not knowing where their antics might lead. I contemplated walking across the big room in front of all the video cameras to pull them off stage. I thought that might have made things even worse so I didn't. When it was over I turned to see other Mother's faces and a few of them looked like they were ready to kill someone. Luckily, I had planned a quick escape strategy with my husband earlier when all of those kids were having dinner and eating cookies as big as their heads. We got out of there quick. When I walked in the door my good friend (the mother of the sweater boy) was calling to see if there was anything in that parenting book we are studying in Sunday School that covers this sort of thing. I flipped through and told her it says we should pray. I realized that during these performances, everyone concentrates on their own kids and either do not notice how bad the other ones are acting or it doesn't bother them as much. After some time, perspective and wine, several of us reviewed the video at one of our Christmas parties. Oh, yes, your kid was kicking the one next to him. Gosh, I never even noticed him on the front row completely taking his shirt off...

My Big Guy was unfazed by all of these events. He had already been grounded until the next week for previous events so this was just one more thing to him. When my friend called that night her son had cried all the way home and was in his room packing his bags to leave home. One of the little twins we carpool with declared on the ride home that night that they should just be put out on the side of the road like trash (the more dramatic of the two boys as you can tell). Their usually high-strung music teacher didn't seem to notice or care about everything that happened. Good for her if she has some new medication or something.

I will post a clip of that video here one day even if it is next June. If someone wins $10K on AFV and I don't get a cut of it I will be MAD. *


* not the Christmas Spirit

4 comments:

Mara said...

That reminds of that scene towards the end in the movie Parenthood. Watched that lately? It's very fitting, obviously. I'm SO Steve Martin's character when his wife says "life is MESSY" and he says "but I HATE messy". I also often have the sick feeling of the roller coaster when parenting as I'm sure you had during that singing performance! Oh the joy of boys that I will soon know. Just wait until you experience the random tears over the tiniest things.

Morris five said...

well I hear you on both, the tears and the antics. Who knew five year olds could lie so well? Well 5 year old boys anyway.

L a u r a said...

I can't wait to see the clip! Your son's future children are going to LOVE seeing all of the photo documenting you're doing on him! I hear all of these stories about my husband, but there is no documentation to back them up.

Kristin said...

You are so right on about everyone noticing their own cxhildren. My older one does the same kind of thing and I am afraid to show my face until the parent next to me says, "I can't believe my little Johnny just punched the kid next to him!" Really? I never noticed. I was too busy watching my son jumping up and down like a Mexican jumping bean. At least he showed he has rhythm.