Preschool Mother's Day Party

Friday was the best day at preschool-- for ME. It was the class Mother's Day Party. Our invitations said to be there at 11 o'clock. "Eleven o'clock sharp!" said CSR. I was also told to comb my hair, brush my teeth and put on clean clothes. Check, check and check. When I arrived at the door, I was given a name tag hand-colored by my first-born. Then, one of the teachers called to CSR that I was there. He stands up from his table, comes over, greets me and escorts me by the hand to our table. I thought I might start to cry.



At the table were placemats for each of us, decorated by CSR. Too precious. As we waited for all of the moms to arrive, CSR asked me what I wanted to eat-- there was Tiki Punch, ice cream with whipped cream and cookies. What a menu. But before the food was served, there was more on the program. First, all the moms were invited to look for their child's "Mom" poster. On the pink paper was a painting of me and the sun, along with my four year old's view of me: I shop at Top Foods, I read books about babies, I listen to Miss Lorrie music, I clean up scattered toys, I read books to him, I like cheesecake, I watch race cars on TV. Each so touching and funny--for all the things that are true and all the things not true as well. All of the mothers laughing and clearly enjoying this new perspective of themselves.

We were then led to the gym. There CSR's class joined those from room 7 to sing songs they had learned-- Peanut Butter and Jam, Baby Bumblebee and a few others. So cute to see all of these little people singing in and out of tune doing hand motions along with the words. With all the camera flashes, you would have thought us moms were the paparazzi. I'm not sure if CSR could see me in the crowd-- he looked a lost at times. It was so sweet though when one classmate pointed right at his mother who was sitting in front of me while singing a song about moms.




Back in the classroom, it was time for the food. CSR being the little host, getting me a cup of Tiki punch (after he got his own cup) and then asking me what I wanted on my ice cream-- chocolate syrup or whipped cream-- apparently you can't have both. The party conversation also included discussions of bowing and curtsying, whether he could have more ice cream and would I give him the strawberry from my punch. It was such a fun hour. What a milestone-- for both of us.