We went to an awards ceremony last night. It was much better than the CMA awards. The Grammy’s had nothing on this award ceremony. Not even close.
This awards ceremony highlighted the accomplishments of our future. We had front row seats. We weren’t in the chairs on the floor, they were reserved for the honorees, but we were front row bleacher seaters (I know, it isn’t a word, but I’m going to use it anyway).
The excitement was rippling through the gymnasium. Little Reagan could hardly contain herself.
Awards were given out to all. But not everyone got the same award. This is important, because each child is individual and needs to be recognized for their individuality. A pet peeve of mine is the mindset that seems to be permeating throughout our society that no matter the effort, everyone gets recognized the same. Every child deserves to be recognized, but each for their individuality – not as a lump of one in a bag.
Allen tends to day dream. As he admired the awards already given out, his teacher called his name. Then she called it again. A L L E N. He looked up at her and grinned, “Oh, me?” Yea you. He’s adorable. Proud Grandma adorable.
The gymnasium lights were bright. I was a ways from the stage. My flash was flashing, but the distance was too great.
I tried a different tactic with the camera and turned the flash off, slowing the shutter speed. Usually I would say this was a poor picture, but not this time. To me, this blurry pictures shows the individuality of these kids the best. Some moving faster than others. Some sharing. Others admiring their award on their own. But every one of them in motion at their own speed.
Congratulations Allen on your awards, especially for your Awesome Reading Award. Grandpa and I are very proud of you. Keep on reading! Books open a world to you that you could never travel to in your lifetime without them.