That's me....breathing a sigh of relief as I watched Little Sister at her Christmas program last night.
It took a bit of stern negotiation and reasoning with the Director - but we were able to be there. Today, I'm putting this all behind me as I disinfect our entire home and all it's surfaces. Again. I'm amazed this morning at the power of germs but more so at the power of a child's body to heal itself. The hole is about the size of a pencil lead (instead of the entire pencil) and it has drained nothing but clear fluid for 36 hours now. The redness has gone down to the size of a quarter (from two adult hands) and there is no tenderness. Healing through prayers and pharmaceuticals. This time it was a grand combination. There's nothing quite like it, eh?
There's also nothing quite like watching thirty to fifty 3, 4 and 5 year olds try to sing about the religious part of Christmas and be still and stay with the program. Some were waving to parents, some were bawling their eyes out and some were enjoying the event for just what it was......and then after wards, there were refreshments ! "Yeah," said the kids (and some parents).
I knew it would come. I'm not waiting for the wind to blow. I'll make my own wind with my activity today and drown out the germs and ride on the relief and to do list.
Here's a picture of the view from our seat in the balcony.
What do you remember from your children's programs when they were young?