. . .and the award goes to. . . .

Tonight was Bae's awards banquet for Upward Basketball. They had a magician who did all kinds of cool magic tricks. After his very first trick, Brek turned to me and said (very loudly) "Wow, mama, he is magic just like you!" ( I have a little thing I do when the kids are fighting like indians in the back seat. I "turn" the red lights green. Brek is totally a believer. . . Bae, not so much.) I shushed him and glanced around to see how many people were staring. Only two little ladies that whispered to me how he was so precious. (yeah, right)



Anyway, so the magician gets finished with his act (during which time Bae's mouth hung open just about the entire time in amazement) and they started giving out awards. One by one, they called the cheerleaders and then the basketball players. Bae went up and graciously accepted his. . . .Upward lunchbox. He had been really looking forward to adding a trophy to his little collection, but I watched him return to his seat and start whispering with his teammates.



I smiled and thought how mature he had become. Even though I knew he must've been a little disappointed at his award, he was gracious and I was so proud. I took a moment and gave myself a mental pat on the back. Obviously he had learned from his mom how to be grateful even when life's little disappointments come your way.



After the ceremony, we went into the fellowship hall and had refreshments. He carried his little lunchbox with him the whole time. As we were heading to the car, I told him how proud I was of him.. He said "thanks", but was otherwise quiet. We were almost to the car and he said, "Mama, know what I told Blake (his teammate)". I said, "no". He said, "I told him, can you believe that we did all that hard work and all we got was this little lunchbox."



All I could think was that's the last time I'll pat myself on the back before I know what my kids are whispering about.