Monday, June 02, 2008

Yesterday was meant to be the day that Bowdenitsu graduated from preschool. Teacher Kathy had been teaching all the kids a series of dances and signing that the kids were to perform at the "show." She even bought them this t-shirt, star necklace, and bandana. Bowden had a motorcycle solo, had all the signs down, and couldn't wait to do the chicken dance with his dad onstage. "We're going to go so fast that time! It's a surprise!"
But, alas! Bowden woke up with a stomach bug, and while in the early stages we thought that he might possibly still make it, he threw up two minutes after this picture was taken. He was pretty upset, and so was I.
How much of my disappointments and celebrations are wrapped up in our children. I can't remember the last time I felt so sad.
He's doing much better today, and has left it all behind. What a troopa!

2 comments:

MomZup said...

Grandma Tate would love to give you a huge graduation hug, Bowden! I would pay money to see you and your dad do the chicken dance!

Griffen said...

I SO know what you mean! The funny thing is that the kids' memories are so much shorter than ours, and they've usually forgotten about whatever it is while our suffering (for them) lingers.

I wish he'd gotten to go. Hope he's feeling better. He looks super awesome here (boots'n all).

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