Three weeks ago Cameron came home and told me that he had to do a speech for school. I had these horrible flashbacks of when I was in school and my stomach turned into knots and I though I was going to be sick. My nauseating memories of speech day were shoved to the very back of my brain and in one little sentence Cameron had them all coming back full force. My heart ached for him.
I decided to keep my memories to myself since I didn't want to instill a sense of fear in my nine year old and Cam and I took the bull by the horns and sat down to write his speech. He chose to speak about snowboarding.
This past Monday was speech day.
I dropped Cameron off at school and helped him carry all his snowboard gear in. Just as I was leaving Cam looked at me, he was pale white, and told me he thought he might get sick. I gave him a ton of encouragement and then left him to the wolves. I think I was more nervous then he was.
I picked up a very relaxed Cameron from school that afternoon. He was so glad it was OVER.
Tuesday Cameron comes home, a ball of nervous energy. His teacher pick him out of his whole class to present his speech to the entire school. I was so unbelievably proud of him.
Well today was the day. Cameron was up extra early this morning. He must have recited his speech twenty times before heading to school.
Mike and I were both able to go and watch him in the gym with the rest of the school. He was sooo nervous. As his turn got closer the more nervous I was feeling. I even grabbed Kleenex before going in case I cried (well not in case but for when I cried).
It was finally his turn.
My baby got up in front of a hundred people, head high and chest out, and did a flawless, loud and clear, perfect speech. My eyes are filling up just telling you about it.
We are so very, very, very proud of him.
