ruby's mother

i was invited to attend ruby's spring program this week. as i sat in the crowd and watched my little preschooler perform, i felt honored and proud. honored to be a mother...proud to be ruby's mother.

i cried, too, as i sat there and watched.i cried because the program touched my heart.i cried as i imagined the many hours that went into it.i cried because the children were so sweet.i cried because this school year's coming to an end.
i cried because i'm a mother.i cried because i'm ruby's mother.
no she didn't rap it, but she did a great job.

in the program, the children honored mothers for all the different hats that we wear.

besides the referee mother, there was a chauffeur, a chef, a gardener, a maid, a detective, a nurse, a wonder-woman, a combat mother, and an angel mother.

all the songs were so tender and sweet.

i was so proud of the children for being able to learn them so quickly.

miss arlene should be the primary chorister in her ward {if she isn't already}.

speaking of miss arlene, ruby absolutely adores her.

she really is wonderful.

i owe her so much for not only teaching ruby,

but for loving her,

for taking a special interest in her,

and for helping her thrive and succeed in her program.

each child made their mother a special {and very, very heavy} gift.

ruby didn't want me to wait until mother's day to open mine.

she forced me into opening it the minute we walked through the front door.

{alright, i'll admit, i protested very little (ok, not at all). i was way too anxious to discover what could possibly weigh so much}.

it had never occurred to me...

a garden stone.

how clever.

i love it, and will cherish it always.

it's a special reminder to me that ruby is my daughter...

and that i am her mother.