I spent the ENTIRE DAY in Manhattan yesterday and didn’t get a chance to get my Truthful Thursday post up. I woke up this morning in a panic and PISSED. Three weeks in and I am already messing up. I guess that could be my truthful thursday confession for the week… that I just can’t get on top of things lately. But that is too generic. I have something a bit more specific to talk about this morning.
Let’s just pretend it’s yesterday, ok? Can we do that?!
Natalie had her Spring Musical Concert yesterday and I was beyond nervous. Up until that very moment, I hadn’t heard a song, a note, a practice session, a … NOTHING! Apparently, she was supposed to be bringing home her recorder and practicing throughout the year for this big day. I don’t even know what color her recorder is!
The curtains open and Bill and I look at one another and begin to wonder how she is going to do. What is she going to do? Will she know the notes? Will she completely WOW US and prove us wrong? Will she remove this parental guilt that is weighing HARD on my shoulders at that exact moment?
And so it begins… and she starts out strong. At least, she’s looking like she knows what she’s doing. But then, she starts waving, and laughing, and chatting, and twirling the recorder, and fake blowing into it.
All expectations met.
Of course she was fooling around! We hadn’t practiced with her ONCE. And if you know my daughter, you know she much rather spend her time on stage waving to friends…
Naturally I filmed the whole thing but I can’t show it because I don’t have permission from all the other families in her class. It’s comical.
Ready for the best part? She signed up for a real musical instrument next year. WHAT? WHY? She never practiced with the recorder which was supposed to be the starter instrument. AND I SIGNED THE PAPER. WHY DID I SIGN THE PAPER?
I THREW THE PAPER AWAY at the beginning of the year that allowed her to get a string instrument in the third grade because I KNEW that she wouldn’t commit. Why do we think that Natalie will be any different in the 4th?
Eh… she wants to do it. So, we are doing it. Like I said, I am always waiting to be proven wrong. Maybe she will find passion in strings. Maybe…