Swelling with Pride...for no apparent reason

A mother's love...songs, sonnets, books, movies-many people have tried to capture the essence of this immeasurable love.  As a mother myself, I know that this love is awesome.  I am often caught off guard when it's beauty overcomes me.  For instance, tonight, at Applebee's (this is getting so profound, isn't it?) we had our little meal and Haydn actually ate all his corn dog. So, I said he could get a dessert since it was his bday week and all. Well, the server said, "your birthday? How old are you?" Haydn replied, "3, I'll be four on Sat. (actually Sun.) she then said, "You get a free Sundae for your birthday!" We sat patiently, waiting for the treat to arrive. And then, it started.... the clapping  hands, the voices heralding a celebration, the parade of servers chanting and headed in our direction. Haydn's eyes grew wide as they stopped at our table. Our server asked Haydn if he would stand up. He did. She asked him his name, "Haydn with an H" he replied. She then asked how old he will be and  could she share that news with a few people. She then yelled to all the patrons, "Haydn is here to celebrate his 4th birthday with us" (Actually I just didn't feel like cooking, but o.k.)"Can everyone give him a big hand?" And so, they did.  Somewhere around, "Can you stand up?" I lost it. Tears streaming down my face from pride. I am not exactly sure WHAT I was proud of. I guess the fact that he participated, which for my often super shy guy is not always a given.  As the servers left the table, I caught a glance of Zoom Zoom (my mom) in true fashion, she too, was crying. The only good thing was, we hadn't looked at each other. The sight of my mother tearing up has always been the point of no return so far as, whether or not I can choke back the tears and swallow the rock hard lump in my throat or not. 

What can I say? I am one Proud Mama!