On Tuesday Sarah had her Christmas show at school. They do two shows a year, one at Christmas and one at the end of the year. When Andy did these shows he was all about performing. Of course, he always has been. I've had strangers ask me his full name so they could remember it because they were convinced he was going to be a star someday. He is such a showman and was always performing on "stages" in stores or anywhere he could find one (or something that looked like one). Sarah, not so much.
Sarah has never liked the shows. She would worry about them weeks before they happened and would consistently say she didn't want to be part of it. She would cry when I dropped her off with her class and she would stand on stage either crying or straight faced, and wouldn't sing or dance or anything. It became a huge joke between Charlie and me. One performance Sarah stood there doing nothing while the girl standing next to her was dancing and singing and giving the performance of her life. It was so comical you had to laugh, otherwise you'd just cry.
We got out of the spring performance last year because we went to Disney World. Good thing, because she wasn't looking forward to it. Oh, she would talk about the songs, even sing them, and the costumes, but when you got down to it she would say she didn't want to go. I was convinced that was going to happen again this time. How could she chancge in just six short months? But, believe it or not, she has. She's actually changed a lot this year. Her teachers are fabulous, I can't say that enough, and have really helped her to love school and get over some of her fears. Last year she cried every day I dropped her off, this year she never cries. She loves it. So in the same fashion, she was really excited about the show.
She told me she wasn't going to cry and she wasn't scared. To her credit, she didn't and she wasn't. She went out there and had a great time. She danced her little tushie off and sang to her heart's content. She even had a smile on her face. For the rest of the week after the show was over she kept saying, "I miss my show". She was sad that they were done practicing and didn't have anything to look forward to. Until I told her they would soon start practicing for the spring show, that cheered her up.
My little girl is growing up. Now, if she could just stop crying about everything else.
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