Recital Day
Today was the big show. The really BIG SHOW. Both girls had their first dance recital. This meant everything from the roots of their perfectly curled hair to the tips of their pretty pink ballet shoes had to be primped, primed and ready for the performance. With two girls in the same recital, that means a lot of time in the bathroom, three episodes of glue gun fun and four trips to the drug store in two days, but hey...that's what moms are for, right?
The show consisted of 10 dances and lasted about an hour. It surpassed my expectations in terms of entertainment value. The classes performing ranged from 2-year-olds to five-year-olds in this show. Then for variety a couple of the dance teams performed and the teachers danced a number. The girls were absolutely spellbound watching their teacher perform with her dance company. She was great.
I cried twice during the hour: once from laughter when a boy walked out on stage with his back turned to the audience and never moved for the entire song. I could see one arm waving at him from back stage, but nothing, not even a toe tapped. Then, once from sentiment during the Daddy Daughter dance when brave Dads took the stage with their daughters. I suspect next year the Dad will not escape the stage. In fact, my guess is he'll be in two different shows.
Of course, both of my girls performed their ballets flawlessly. Maggie's teacher was on stage performing with them, but La Nina's class went out on stage all by themselves and nailed their dance. All of us parents were so proud.
Afterwards, each girl received a medal naming them a "Star Performer." La Nina was so proud, she's still clutching it in her hand and she's been asleep for a couple of hours.
I asked the girls on the way home what they thought of the recital. Here are their thoughts on the days:
The Magster, "I loved dancing on stage. But I don't like the curls."
La Nina, "It was fun. Can I do it again?"
So, in the end, the hair, the costume and all the work was worth it because the kids had fun. That's all that matters.
The show consisted of 10 dances and lasted about an hour. It surpassed my expectations in terms of entertainment value. The classes performing ranged from 2-year-olds to five-year-olds in this show. Then for variety a couple of the dance teams performed and the teachers danced a number. The girls were absolutely spellbound watching their teacher perform with her dance company. She was great.
I cried twice during the hour: once from laughter when a boy walked out on stage with his back turned to the audience and never moved for the entire song. I could see one arm waving at him from back stage, but nothing, not even a toe tapped. Then, once from sentiment during the Daddy Daughter dance when brave Dads took the stage with their daughters. I suspect next year the Dad will not escape the stage. In fact, my guess is he'll be in two different shows.
Of course, both of my girls performed their ballets flawlessly. Maggie's teacher was on stage performing with them, but La Nina's class went out on stage all by themselves and nailed their dance. All of us parents were so proud.
Afterwards, each girl received a medal naming them a "Star Performer." La Nina was so proud, she's still clutching it in her hand and she's been asleep for a couple of hours.
I asked the girls on the way home what they thought of the recital. Here are their thoughts on the days:
The Magster, "I loved dancing on stage. But I don't like the curls."
La Nina, "It was fun. Can I do it again?"
So, in the end, the hair, the costume and all the work was worth it because the kids had fun. That's all that matters.
posted by One Lucky Mom @ 7:36 PM
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