Mom worked it out so that she could teach Lauren's class, so we decided to give it a try. This whole week, all four kids ventured to my parents' church. They seemed to love meeting the new kids and learning the fun songs. Our little girl had even begun singing one song in particular over and over while she spun around the house. (whew - she liked it.)
Last night, the church had a big dinner and show for the families. If you've never been to a southern church dinner before, it's something to behold. Dishes upon dishes of the best fried chicken, roast, ham, potatoes, macaroni and cheese, hot fresh rolls...enough to make a grown man cry.
Just when you thought it couldn't get any better...it was time for dessert. Chocolate creme pies, lemon cakes, homemade brownies...an entire table full of happiness. I heard a group go on and on about someone's homemade old fashioned blueberry cobbler. I saw a line of people dishing it out with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that had been churned by hand. (Are you kidding me?) I tried to spoon up an amount that wasn't obnoxious, but it was hard to control myself to even make it back to our table.
Amazing. I honestly don't know if I've ever had cobbler and homemade ice cream that good in my entire life. It was the perfect taste of summer.
As we all sat completely full, the kids began to get called up front to start the show. One by one, classes would take the stage and perform their song and dance. It was a nice show and you could tell how much time and work went into it.
Out of nowhere, they called the three, four and five year old's up. I looked at my husband with that "Ugh-Oh" expression. Number one, I didn't think that Lauren would even get on the stage in front of everyone and number two, what would she do if she did?
Well, as you could imagine...the music started, she got the biggest smile on her face and started to spin. Every other normal kid stood there and kind of did their dance but not Lauren. She sang and literally spun from the second the music started until it ended. People were laughing so hard as she grew dizzier and more unsteady but she was determined to go. It got so bad that she actually looked like a drunk girl trying to walk a straight line, but nothing would stop her. The more people cheered and laughed, the bigger she smiled.
Needless to say, she needed help off the stage. I felt a strange mix of embarrassment with the biggest amount of love and pride for her. She did it. She didn't cling to us or refuse to get up in front of all the people. She laughed and sang and "danced."
It was a great week for the kids and they're already excited for next year. I will have dreams of that blueberry cobbler until then. I'm going to see if I can manage to get the recipe and if I do, I promise that I'll post it.
I would only imagine that a year from now, when she gets on the stage, she'll actually follow the moves to the dance. As relieved as I'll be for her personal safety, I can't help but think that my heart will be just a little sad.
To see her so happy and free without a care in the world was just about the best thing on earth...even better than blueberry cobbler and vanilla ice cream.