stage motherhood

I spent most of last night in the dressing room of the theater where the Bee is about to perform in our town’s youth theater. The kids in the show are in grades 3-6, and the Bee is a simple chorus member, but she’s clearly entranced with the idea of performance–unlike many of the other kids she spent her time quietly waiting for her cues, sitting still so as not to mess up her costume.

It was a real departure from her usual impatient self, and I was moved to see her so changed by the experience. In addition to that, she stood up for herself and a group of other kids (many of them older) when one of the directors was yelling at them for not being in a place that no one had told them to be. I was proud of her for that, and told her so this morning–I was just about to intervene and tell the director that no one had told them where to go, but I didn’t need to, because she spoke right up.

She looks like such a big girl in her costume, wearing stage makeup, with her little character shoes on. I can hardly wait to see the real thing tomorrow night!

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April 24, 2008. family life.

4 Comments

  1. MetroDad replied:

    She’s gonna be a STAR! Good luck tomorrow night. Break a leg!

  2. chichimama replied:

    How great for her! I hope you enjoyed the performance…

  3. the end of motherhood replied:

    It is so great to see them grow up right before your eyes…

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