Her first lead role, with solo singing and several costume changes and (yikes) almost-kissing a boy. Since she hadn’t really practiced at home, and certainly not at top volume, her first song caught me almost entirely off guard.
I am sixteen, going on seventeen…
I knew she could sing, but I didn’t know she could SING. She danced across the stage, graceful and so composed and she just nailed it.
My heart couldn’t have been more full. That she received rave reviews from people who are not me was gratifying, because I often think that my unabashed adoration of my children is the result of maternal bias. Other people telling me that they are, indeed, as amazing as I think they are is reassuring. And my goodness, she was just so good and she loved it so much.
And then, a week later, his first speaking role too. At eleven years old it’s easy to imagine he’d be embarrassed or think it wasn’t cool to put his whole self into it, but this boy does nothing halfway and he loves what he loves wholeheartedly and without reservation or pretense. He was INTO it.
He was so excited about the costumes and the make-up, and he kept it all a secret even though he is the actual literal world’s worst secret-keeper. Striped shirt and rosy cheeks and thick mutton-chop sideburns and the obligatory specs perched on the end of his nose, and he loved every minute of it.
He played his part so well, the comic foil to an amazing performance by Captain Hook, who also happens to be one of his very best friends and favorite people.
And then as the cast marched down the center aisle to exit the stage on the last song, spotlights bright on their shining faces, he blew me a kiss when he walked by me and I could see the pride and joy and excitement shining in his eyes through the tears glistening in mine.
My babies. On the stage. Owning it and loving it and my mama heart just bursting with pride because they had done it all themselves. I didn’t help them memorize lines (they helped each other, actually – even better!), I didn’t force them to rehearse or practice even one time.
Every second of glory is theirs, and all I can do is stand in awe.