Today was the 3rd and final performance of my daughter's Christmas play 'Babushka'. Kids ranging in age from 5 to 9 did themselves, and the school, proud as they sang and acted their hearts out, missed cues, dropped the baby Jesus on his head and managed wardrobe malfunctions. I know it's the same at primary schools up and down the UK but there's just something a bit special about your school's play.
In all honesty, like many parents, I was less than impressed that we had to block out time for 3 performances; it's a busy time juggling work, school activities, Christmas present buying and wrapping as well as the seemingly, never-ending culinary demands. However all frustration disappeared as my 6 year old took to the stage to perform a Russian dance with 9 of her classmates. Resplendent in Russian dress, the beaming smile on her face said it all. This is it. Life is good. And if it's not good when you're 6 then there's really not much to be optimistic about.
The year 2 who played the lead role was hilarious with a good sense of the comedy of her character and the younger pupils made adorable angels, farmyard animals and insects (if you don't know the story: Babushka meets the 3 wise men on her way to 'rescue' the new born baby King from a dirty stable; well in the main). The daughter of a friend of ours sang a solo and another child picked his nose for most of the performance. It was, as it should be, a play of contrasts and the perfect start to the Christmas celebrations, reminding me that some things are more important than others.
With our star of the show now tucked up in bed it's time to catch up on work but the memory of a joyful 6 year old looking for me in the audience and watching my reaction as she sang and danced her way through the show is well worth the late night.
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