I’m a day behind on my weekend update. But it’s for a good reason. It”s because I was a zombie yesterday.
So tired was I that by 8:45pm last night I had
passed out fallen asleep and didn’t officially wake until 6:15am. I had a few awake moments throughout the night but overall I slept like the dead.
The weekend was quite big and the main cause for my exhaustion. From Saturday till late Sunday night it was go, go, GO! So let’s begin at the beginning.
On Saturday I had the pleasure of exposing Jake to his first symphony and ballet performance, Sleeping Beauty! Near us there is a concert hall that has family theater performance where the plays are condensed down to 45 minutes and written with kids 5-11 years old in mind.
At first, I was concerned that Jake would be too much of a boy (the dirt and bugs kind) to sit and watch a ballet. But I was convinced that with the instruments playing behind the dancers, his interests would be piqued. And I was RIGHT!
The ballet was phenomenal and the orchestra performed beautifully. It was probably one of my favorite mommy/son events to date. Jake loved it and loved the characters and the story telling. He even liked the ballet! I teared up over the music. Hearing the tunes of my favorite Disney animated movie performed live was a special moment for me. I’ve always loved Aurora and her story. And Tchaikovsky’s music is just so breathtaking. Sigh…
I left walking on air, wanting to tip toe around like a ballet dancer. Jake wanted to come back to see a future performance involving the symphony and space! I had a hard time explaining to him that it won’t be for months till that performance is available but I did promise him we would put it on our calendar and come back for other performances.
I spent the rest of Saturday visiting with family, making time to run with my sister and her boyfriend and sewing. My gifts for Mother’s Day were little mug rugs I made using my Moda Java fat quarters. Pictures to come, I promise. I made four of them and got to the point I could complete one in the time span of one movie, roughly about 2 hours.
They weren’t perfect but I loved each of them. They came out so darling!
Sunday rolled around and my day would prove to be bittersweet. In the morning I spent my time finishing up the mug rugs I had left. Then we dressed and headed out for brunch with The Guy’s family. His mom loved the mug rug I made and the sweet treat of biscottis to go with it. It was a beautiful morning with lots of people I love. And a great way to start my day except that my son seemed to have woke up bitten by the bug of mischief.
In the middle of our Mother’s Day celebrations we had a soccer game. It was Jake’s last spring season game and we all headed out to support him. Sadly, Jake’s coach didn’t show up and we were short on players. So I stepped up to coach the game and we borrowed a player or two from the other games.
The game was rolling along fine when a parent from the other team wasn’t happy. Long story short, in the middle of the game from the center of the field, I had a verbal altercation with this parent. I was both upset and sad that what could have been a nice little 5 year old no scoring, just for fun game was turned into a messy argument.
And I’m not one for confrontation so it took me all I had not to fall apart and cry. Well ok, I did cry, I just wait for our break time when I could turn away. But after the game my sister had to drive me home as I couldn’t get it together. I was visibly shaken and bothered. And I knew then, after such a disappointing season, that the signs were clear: we’re not meant to be in this league right now. Not while Jake is so little. Maybe when he’s older.
The day finished with a wonderful seafood dinner with my family and more loved ones. My grandmothers loved their mug rugs and gifts of flavored coffee. My mom loved her’s, too. I felt that they were a all huge success!
On our way home from dinner, sitting in the dark backseat of my sister’s Civic, Jake grabbed my arm and hugged it tightly. Then, in the blinding darkness, he began to sing along with the song on the radio. I saw my sister’s eyes catch mine in the rearview mirror, slightly misting as she listened to his sweet little voice cut through the melody.
None of us in the car could help it. We all smiled at the pure and sweet tone of his little voice. The one by one we each joined in and sang together the whole way home…