As a mom, I am always aware, albeit sometimes peripherally, of those stand out moments in Wesley's young life. Some are those picture-perfect instances caught on camera or video cams; others are times that are shared in real time with family and friends. And then there are those moments that just happen sans camera, sans recording devices--moments that are little blessings from heaven because they are so perfect and sweet and real that no picture, video, or even blog can capture it.
Today was one such Mommy Moment.
We were sitting in church, and the choir was singing as an anthem "Little Drummer Boy." This is one of Wesley's favorite songs ever. He has known this song since he was one, thanks to a children's book by the same name. Beautifully illustrated with the lyrics, that book has been one that we have read many, many times over the years. Plus this song is a frequent request at bedtime. Needless to say, it's one Wesley knows well.
In fact, he knows it so well that he sang it out loud with the choir during the anthem. His five-year-old voice carried above the others, swelling with the music. His pa-rum-pum-pum-pums were some of the sweetest I'd ever heard, and I couldn't help beaming at him. He never saw me, so intent on the hymnal in his hands (which was not opened to the song, by the way, but he likes to pretend) and the song.
This is what made it perfect--he wasn't singing for anyone other than himself. Granted, one of his little girl friends, Lily, was sitting with him, and he would give her a grin or two while singing, but this only made it even sweeter and more perfect for me.
No camera would have been able to catch the innocence of that moment. Only a mommy's heart could.
