Today Jaia took part in her school’s Dance-a-thon. There was a 15 minute time slot where the JK kids were brought into the gym and let loose to shake their groove thangs. They ran, they danced, they jumped, they did the locomotion (with Jaia in the lead which had her grinning from ear to ear).
And I got to see it. Every glorious minute of it. Wes and I joined the class and when I walked into that gym and saw my girl twirling and twisting and laughing with her friends, my heart grew two sizes. Or maybe three.
I am lucky. I don’t talk about it much, but it is something I think about every day. I have the great privilege of staying home with my littles. And one of the perks of staying home means going to Jaia’s school almost once a week and taking part in activities that I wouldn’t normally see or hear about. I put names to faces, I meet other parents, I see her in action. I’ve been there for French lessons, sing alongs, field trips, computer lab time and class parties. But the best part is seeing her so happy in her own environment. From a front row seat.
My days may be busy and long and NOT quiet or restful, but I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything. See what I mean? Lucky.
Auntie Jenny - Oh no we forgot to leave a donation before we left!! Sorry Jaia. Still time?
The mama - You did make a donation… 🙂