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Jackson had his Fall Program yesterday. He volunteered for a speaking part again, which while I’m pleased, I will NEVER understand. He is extremely shy. Being the center of attention looks physically painful for him. He worries, and not just oh, what if I forget my lines, it’s more like, what if I forget my lines and then my colon falls out on stage and I die? Then what? The week before the program he starts freaking out and telling us he isn’t ready for school tomorrow and could we please write his lines down and stick them in his pocket. He did the same thing last year. He was all PICK ME, PICK ME! I want a speaking part! Then the week before, we had to go up to the school 3 times, and got 2 more calls from the nurse. He worries himself sick. Yet he volunteers. Every. Time. Totally makes me proud..jpg "20101021_4739 copy brendabw")
The morning before the performance, I carefully fixed his shaggy hair and got him all ready in his on the farm attire. He looked fantastic. By the time Scott and I made it to school, 30 minutes after him, something had happened to his hair. It was hanging in his eyes, and flipped around the wrong way. He looked utterly thrown away. I mean, gorgeous and all, but thrown away. I decided then and there that he and Daddy would have to stop by the barbershop before his evening performance and get that situation in check. As far as his lines, he did great, remembered it all, didn’t smile much, but his colon stayed in place. What more can we ask for, right?.jpg "20101021_4753bw")
For the evening performance, he had a fresh haircut, newly ironed farm attire, and was ready to go. We were running a little late, but we got him to his classroom in the nick of time. There was some questionable parking, a little running, but we made it. We weren’t the only ones that weren’t sure if he would make it. When one of his classmates saw him walk in he yelled, “Jackson’s here!!” The entire classroom burst into applause and Jackson turned 3 shades of red. I almost cried. Then I raced back to the auditorium to meet Scott and Christian and watch again..jpg "20101021_4760bw")
I guess getting that first performance under his belt gave my baby a little boost of confidence. He was more animated, more involved, and didn’t look like his colon was in jeopardy. .jpg "20101021_4766bw")
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I even saw a few smiles, and this was before his speaking part. .jpg "20101021_4779bw")
Jack Jack sang his heart out, and his hair looked awesome. .jpg "20101021_4784bw")
He came down to the center of the stage and spoke his lines clearly into the microphone… “We celebrate the veterans who made our country grand, and give our thanks for all of those now serving our great land.” I was even able to understand him when he said veterans, and that’s not always the case. Just sayin’. .jpg "20101021_4799bw")
I could tell the moment it was over, the weight was lifted. Once again, he had done it, he had conquered his fear, and he was done. Now he could go up to his spot, dance, smile and mess with the girls! I wonder what my Jackity Smack will volunteer for next year..jpg "20101021_4821bw")
