Precious moments

Recently my son starting going to Boys Brigade.

Last night, because its running to the end off the season for this club, they held an awards ceremony. Everyone has to come they said because all of the members will be getting something from a certificate to a badge to a trophy.
OK i thought I will take him, bearing in mind that this is a religious club and i don't really do religion much these days.
Be there for 7pm they said (normally bedtime for titch) but me and titch went. I left him with his group and i went and sat with some other mum's and dad's i know that were there. Bless them out they plodded and sat down in the front of the pews all full of expectation. The leaders did there talk and bless him (my son) he sat really well through all the boring stuff.

When it came to the presentations he was the second one up and received a certificate, which he was very proudly showing off to everybody.

When we got home later, whilst reading him his story and giving him his bedtime cuddle "Mummy" he said "thank you for coming tonight" ... Ah bless him Those moments so make up for the rushing about and trying to fit everything in... Precious moments to remember when things are tough ....

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