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'Tis the season to be merry

Firstborn was Mary in the school nativity play this year. To say I was proud would be an understatement. How the maternal busom swelled with joy upon hearing of Firstborn's moment of glory!

My mother has always claimed, practically from the very moment Firstborn emerged pink, wrinkly and outraged, that she was set for stardom. As Firstborn made her first wobbly steps and threw her first tantrum (of many), she was destined for RADA (none of that starlet and gratuitous nudity stuff for her first grandchild, it would be a glittering career treading the boards and rave reviews in the broadsheets at the very least). At last! Here was proof that my mother was right! Firstborn still of such tender years, and yet already her future career was unfolding...

That is, until Firstborn's very sweet teacher took me to one side before class started one morning. She explained that she had cast Firstborn as Mary in order to boost her confidence - Firstborn, it seems, is very shy and reluctant to join in during drama class, and that as the role only demanded the delivery of one line, sweet teacher thought Firstborn would be able to cope.

Oh. So maybe Firstborn isn't going to have her name up in lights (which is fine - her other career options of either nuclear physicist or brain surgeon would offer much greater job security anyway), but we were going to make darned sure she could deliver that one line with aplomb.

The day of the play arrived. I took Firstborn to school and retired to the local cafe to wait for the appointed hour with Alpha Male and the Small(er) One. We trooped into the hall with all the other eager parents, jostled for seats in the front rows, lost and sat sulkily further back - naturally my seat was behind that of a tall woman with enormous hair (story of my life). The music started, the children filed in, and the spectacle started.

I won't bore you with a blow by blow account, but let's just say there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Firstborn was a grinning, smirking Mary who fidgeted madly, rocked the baby Jesus over-enthusiastically and kicked her legs in time to the music. And when the time came for her line, she delivered it beautifully.... in a whisper.

Needless to say, Firstborn received a standing ovation.

Comments

Jill said…
Smart teacher! Sometimes shy people make awesome public speakers. They just need someone to tell them that it is OK to take the floor. With the structure of an assigned part, they shine. Good for Firstborn!
Anonymous said…
Congrats on raising the perfect Mary for a children's play! And, welcome back, I've missed the posts!

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