My heart is pounding. I'm waiting.
It's his turn soon.
His name is called.
He walks forward, and sits down on the bench. My stomach swirls with a thousand butterflies inside.
Music fills the air. A song I've heard a hundred times now.
I exhale. I had not noticed before that I was holding my breath. My heart slows. I relax. I listen and enjoy.
I think of how he's grown. How time has passed so quickly.
A babe in my arms one moment, blink an eye and he's a man. Capable. Strong. Smart. But still a child. Still my child.
I listen to the song, tears in my eyes now. I would listen
A hundred times again. My eyes are watching him perform, poised and talented. But I am seeing in my mind the small boy he once was, not so long ago.
I will hide the tears when he returns to his seat.
He won't yet understand them, not yet Instead, I will smile. I will squeeze his arm, and I will tell him how well he played.
I will meet his gaze, and will try to find words which match
The quiet pride which fills me. Bursting inside. I am overwhelmed.
Proud of the boy he once was
And so proud of the man he is becoming.