How would I even begin to describe the past week?
Bub had his very first recital, a gymnastics recital. And it was perfect. I sat in the audience with big, bulging tears behind each of my eyes and I watched all of the amazing things that he can do.
Like jump and leap and tumble. He can do all of those things. But my favorite thing that he does is prove me wrong. Like when I sit, fidgeting in the audience of a recital, waiting to run and save him when he is scared. But instead of being scared, he is confident. And capable. And amazing. He is our Bubby.
And at the end of his recital as he took his turn on the podium with his little Bubby arms raised and his proud, broad smile beaming from his face, it was one of those moments where I was his mama. I am always his mama, but it is in those bright moments of his own confidence and his own achievements that I really feel it; I am his mama.
With the empty fridge and cardboard boxes lining most of the walls we try to spend as much time out of the house as possible.
So when Bub sent me on a wild goose chase for a park with "no sand" I accepted the challenge.
And the challenge was conquered.
We found a park with no sand. And no worries and no time frames. So we played.
As we dream really, really big dreams.
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