Dom had his first "live performance" today at school. His class did a special presentation for all the Mom's: Poems and a story recited by the kids. Now this is what I'm talking about. This is the kind of stuff I have been really looking forward to. I know, I know. I have seen tons of kids perform, sing song, do skits, act in plays etc. And it was super cute, but I never got why the parents were always strapped down with cameras and camcorders, fighting for a front row chair. Let me tell you, when it's your own kid, it finally makes sense. I was so excited to see him recite his poem and wave at me from across the room. THIS is what Mommy's want. I wasn't sure how he was going to do in front of a bunch of strangers. I know he is a total ham at home, but he tends to be shy when there are people he doesn't know.
Well, it turns out he was upset because he saw me when I got there but wasn't allowed to get up from his seat yet. In true Diva style, he pouted through most of the poems but finally sung his little heart out when his teacher read the book "I love you forever." Then he presented me with some pretty awesome handmade gifts. A card, a potpourri thingy and a "#1 Mom" button that he colored himself. That's some pretty good loot and the fact that he made it all made it even better. I can already tell I'm going to be a hoarder when it comes to Dom. All his pictures, art, scribbling, crafts...I keep them all. And you'd be surprised how much stuff he comes home from school with. I see a storage facility in my future. 
At the end, he gave me a big hug and kiss and said "happy mothers day Mama!" Ahh, is there anything better than that? Snuggles from my child is like the best medicine for anything that ales you. Got a headache? Dom will hug it out of you. Stubbed your toe? You won't even remember that after he gets his little arms around you and squeezes. 
Of course Yia Yia was there to see him and that made Dom so happy. He loves her so much and it was so sweet of her to come. I wonder if it's strange for my Mum to sit next to her daughter who is watching her son sing a poem about his Mommy? There was a time that I was the little one reciting poems to her, and now I'm all grown up and have a child of my own.
It was a fun morning, but Dom was less than pleased when I had to leave to go back to work. The bottom lip jutted out and the tears began to fall. It's so hard to walk away when all they want is comfort from you. But I know he's fine and all will be forgiven when I pick him up this afternoon.
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