My Guy

We got a notice in the mail that Joseph was going to be presented with an award at a school assembly and would we like to attend? And please don't tell Joseph. They like to keep the awards a surprise.

The answer, of course, was a resounding yes.

I left work early and drove to his school, joining his grandparents and a collection of other proud parents mingling quietly in the school cafeteria.

As the clock ticked to 2:15, the principal walked into the room. One by one, the classes filed in and found seats. Joseph walked in behind his best friend. His back was straight, his arms were by his side, his mouth was chattering.

He sat down and twisted to look as the rest of the classes found their seat. His eyes caught mine and held. A big grin split his face and he waved shyly.

Mr. S cleared his throat and began the presentation. He spoke of a boy who was always engaged in classroom discussions, was friendly and helpful, and was a very hard worker. He called Joseph to the front of the room. Joseph walked up, his face covered by a gap toothed smile while he shook hands with his principal.

We clapped and cheered, recording the whole thing to send to Chad.

And, after the awards ceremony, I walked to Joseph's classroom where he told me, "You know, mama. By the end of the year everyone will get an award."

"I know, but I'm still very proud of you."

"Yeah." He grinned again. "It sure is fun when it's your turn."