It was our sons first Christmas in their new school.
They had only been with us for 3 months and as new parents we were so excited to be attending the school nativity.
They were both on stage and the oldest even had a line – well actually a word.
Looking back at those early days of placement one of the strongest memories is just how emotional it all was, it was a bit overwhelming in many ways and it seemed that even the slightest thing could result in an unexpected tear or two. Any conversation about our wondrous new sons – especially when discussing their past – would make us choke up and god forbid sitting down to watch a slushy Hollywood movie or TV programme, no matter how obvious or manipulative we could see they were – they would inevitably became a vehicle to let out all our emotions and would have us in floods of tears every time.
Regardless of that, we (maybe foolishly) had not anticipated shedding a tear at the school nativity.
Just what resulted in this public display of emotion?
It was of course the moment our son stood to say his one line – no, his one word.
Sweet you may think and maybe even not that unexpected, however maybe a little more surprising when I tell you that as he was playing a dog (don’t ask how that fits into the nativity, we are still trying to work it out 5 years later), all he had to do was bark!
‘Woof’ he said – and the tears flowed.