M's Thanksgiving feast

I went to Mason's school today for his Thanksgiving feast. I have been looking forward to this since I got a paper in his book bag saying that I was chosen to make...turkey. Um...hello? Wrong mom for that job! I have never made a turkey in my life. Funny, I know. Usually we have dinner at my MIL's house or we go to South Carolina for Thanksgiving to spend time with my mom and dad, SO I never had to worry about a TURKEY! I went into Mason's school to visit his classroom the day after I got that paper and before I left the teacher asked if the turkey was OK with me. I'm thinking - Hmmmm...do I lie to her and tell her that I'd rather be the mom to bring in juice boxes or napkins?? She said she immediately thought of me when thinking of someone to make one and bring it in. Do I have Susie Homemaker written on my forehead or something?! I told her that they were all going to be my little guinea pigs because this would be the first turkey that I have ever made. She asked me if I was sure and I said yup, I'm making this turkey!! Aaaah I've never been so nervous to make something in my life.

Last night before I went to bed, I think I read the directions on how to make this thing a bazillion times. If I messed this up, seriously what the heck would I do? To make a long story short, at almost 30 years old I cooked an awesome first turkey. It was so easy...I'm a big fan of easy, so maybe there WILL be a next time. :)

The Thanksgiving feast at the school was too cute--the parents waited around the classroom for a few minutes until the kids came in. I couldn't wait to see Mason as always! The kids came filing in and then there was mason with his little Thanksgiving hat on. He looked so cute. I saw him looking for me and when he spotted me, he gave me a big smile and waved. I noticed his little face got red too when he walked in and saw the crowd...poor thing...gets that from his momma. I should let him know now that unfortunately the red face thing will never go away so he should probably just get used to it now.

The kids sang a song and then got in line to get their food, buffet style. As I'm watching Mason, I am just thinking to myself that he is getting TOO big. Seriously, how did this happen. He was in line, just talking away and laughing with the other little boy in front of him. He just looked like a mini adult having a conversation with a friend. It was actually really cute...he was cracking up over what the little boy said...but man...the years fly by way too fast. Cant I just keep him this little forever?

I finally got to go over to Mason's table while he was eating. I couldn't wait to give that handsome boy a huge kiss! He got really excited to see that I walked over and gave me a big hug. He told me that he was glad that I was here and that he loved me. Seriously, how did I get so lucky to have such a sweet boy? He reminds me that he loves me ALL the time, no matter where we are. He also felt the need to introduce me to all of his friends and let them know that I was his mommy. He got up from the table, found one of his favorite friends, and brought him over to me and said, "Mommy, this is "B", "B" this is MY mommy! Say hi to my mommy" with the proudest little smile ever. After that one, he brought the next one over to me until I met every single one of his classmates (true story). A few of the moms looked a little confused and I could only imagine what they were thinking - why is this little boy making my child get up from the table and walk over to his mom? I had to explain to two of the moms that he was just really excited for me to meet his friends. :) I'll be honest--it made me feel like he was so proud that out of ALL the moms there, that girl over there (me) was his!

Before we were about to leave (with Mason in hand of course because he wouldn't let me leave without him), I noticed all of the kids' Thanksgiving artwork hanging up. THEN I spotted the "I am thankful for" board (my favorite!). Who isn't excited to see what their child is thankful for every year? I look forward to seeing these every T-giving. I spotted Mason's name right away and there it was...."I am thankful for my mom". I saw that a lot of his friends said that they were thankful for their dogs or cats or baby sisters or dads and then there was M....ason...thankful for me. What he doesnt realize is that I AM the thankful one. <3 Love that boy more than he'll ever know!

Mason & his favorite friend from school