It’s Christmas performance time and my head is close to exploding. With three kids, a job and a husband with his own business, the logistics of every day life are hard enough to cope with. Every day has its own distinct character and places its own distinct pressures on me.
Throw Christmas performances into the mix and you throw in a massive curveball. Christmas performances are a performance in all senses of the word. Suddenly I can’t tell Tuesday from Wednesday. I can’t remember where my kids are and who is dropping them off and picking them up. I keep forgetting what week we’re in and how close Christmas is (not this week, or the week after, but, scarily, the week after that). In short, I am confused.
This week, it’s all about my little girl.
Yesterday afternoon, she did her first Christmas performance – of ‘Children of the World’. She played an Irish child, dressed in that traditional Irish dress of green tights with the feet cut off, taking away the need for either trousers or skirt, and a green polo shirt (check out Green in November, if you haven’t before).
My mum and dad watched the show and took her and her brothers home from school. She was then given a quick tea (the words ‘quick’ and ‘tea’ don’t belong in the same sentence when it comes to my girl) by Grandma and Grandpa. Then Grandma took the boys to their swimming lesson and Grandpa dropped my daughter at school for the second performance of her show, at 6pm. I was home from work in time to pick her up afterwards.
Today was another full-on day for her. I picked her up from school and it was straight to dancing where the class performed the routine they’d been learning this term. She had the full set – with mummy, daddy, two brothers and Grandma and Grandpa there to cheer her on.
It was an amazingly long and complex dance for a group of 5-7 year olds and she danced beautifully as ever and we were all very proud of her. Sadly, a few tears at the end, because she didn’t get a trophy or rosette – even though we had warned her she might not and not to be upset if she didn’t. There are plenty more chances to go yet.
Then she ate her tea in the car on the way back to school for her final performance of Children of the World. And, finally, my chance to see the show.
Is it possible to watch a nativity without welling up? There’s something about the sight of small children in their funny mix of costumes singing at the top of their voices and fidgeting when they’re supposed to be standing still that always makes me emotional.
The story explored Christmas traditions from six countries around the world with singing, dancing and a bit of acting. At the end of each song, the children from that country gave their traditional gift to baby Jesus.
My girl’s star turn in the green tights was right at the end. With about half of her class, all dressed in varying degrees of green, she did a lovely Irish dance. As ever, her composure, concentration and poise were way beyond her years. So she got 10 house points. That’s my girl.
Next week, it’s the turn of the boys and their Christmas performances, with Cubs and Beavers on Monday and their school concert on Tuesday.
Then I merely have to remember who wears their own clothes to school for a party on what day and who has school dinner or not and Christmas dinner or not on what day, and it will be the school holidays!