Like every mom there, I was on
the edge of my seat at the church Christmas program that year... my
son, then 4, was playing the part of the donkey (in my eyes, the
biggest part in the program, of course) I had my camera ready and
the lump in my throat was already doing it's "mom thing"
...swelling with pride. It was a packed service, so I had crawled
(literally) up to the front row so that I good get some great shots
of my favorite little ... donkey.
The program was sweet ... Mary and
Joseph carried in baby Jesus, the angels sang, the wise men brought
gifts and everyone gathered around in the unorganized fashion that
only a preschool crowd can do. So sweet.
And right in the middle of Silent
Night ... I see this little body scurry up onto the stage, and all
of a sudden, I realize that it is my two year old, who apparently
escaped the watchful (or not) eye of my husband. My first instinct
was to call her back, but then the "wanna be photographer" in me
decided to see where this was going. She walked right up to the
manger and picked up that sweet little baby and just held him. I
was crying mom tears and hoping that no one was bothered by the
little disruption. The program was over and people clapped and
I was getting my little donkey out
of his costume when an elderly man in a wheel chair scooted himself
over to me. He said "I almost didn't come tonight ... but your
little girl, just made my Christmas" (yes, crying as I write
this... ) And that, is my unexpected, everyday moment. And what I
love about it ... is that it turned into an unexpected moment for
someone else as well.