Today was Max's last day of gymnastics for this session. The parents were asked to join the kids in the gym for the second half of class. At the end, the kids were called one by one to stand on the mat, face the parents, hold their certificate high above their head, and smile so everyone could clap for them. After the first couple names, kids were walking up, holding the certificate up for about half a second, then walking back to their spot on the floor. THEN they called Max. This boy was not going to let a moment of undivided-all-eyes-on-him attention slip by. The instructor said, "MAX!" Max repeated his name, said "that's me!", ran up to the mat, climbed on top of it (all with a huge cheesy smile), and held that certificate as high as his little midget arms could stretch. He held that certificate like it was an Olympic gold medal... and he held it... and held it... and held it high some more! The clapping died down, and my boy held it some more! He was proud as peaches and he wanted to savor the moment. The instructor finally gave him a friendly shove off the mat. I sat holding Kendall, crying from laughter, then crying at the realization that I didn't have my camera. As you can see, Max and I attempted to recreate the moment at home.
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