Today was Akiva’s last Mother’s Day breakfast and singalong at his nursery school. He’s been hard at work all week on a “secret surprise” for me, and has been very excited about bringing his best singing voice for the musical festivities. This morning when he woke up, he volunteered to have only half of the normally-allotted thirty minutes of dinosaur video because he didn’t want to be late to the singalong. We normally are eating breakfast just before eight. Today we were eating just before seven.
This was the first year he managed not to tell me in advance what the “secret surprise” was. (In past years it’s been something like this: “Ima, I made you a secret surprise at school. Something for Mother’s Day. I’m not supposed to tell you about it. It’s a flowerpot [or whatever] but I’m not going to tell you about it. It’s a secret surprise.”)
He was dressed on time and ready to go — rushing me, actually — and we got there with plenty of time to spare. The breakfast was nice, and the singalong was beyond adorable. He looked so big — and so little — and it thrilled me to see how much he enjoys music and how proud he was to be making this presentation. He smiled at me and waved at me and did all those cute little-kid things that make parents kvell.
It was pure sunshine.
P.S. The secret surprise was a picture of his handprints and a poem about the passage of time. He had written in his very grown-up kid handwriting: “Happy Mother’s Day, Ima. Love, Akiva. May 2009” So fancy.