Tag: performance

  • Performance Anxiety

    I’ve always been conflicted about children and performances. Growing up, I performed in piano and ballet recitals, and was in the occasional play. The stage wasn’t my natural habitat, but I never had any real qualms.

    But when I was in junior high, I went to see my friend’s sister perform in her dance recital. She did just fine–but there was a class of tiny girls who went on stage with teddy bears, and one of them should not have been there. This girl just stared out into the darkened theater and sobbed, and none of the teachers went to help her.

    Ever since, I’ve had misgivings about the idea of very small children performing on stage. Enter Baguette.

    December 2010: Baguette’s first school Holiday Performance

    Her class was all infants, and they were propped up in bench seats. Baguette was mesmerized by the stage lights and had no idea there was an audience, so that went well.

    By the way, if there is anything more ridiculous than putting infants who can’t stand on a stage and calling it a performance, I don’t know what it is. (Although Bestie stole the show that year, I do have to admit.)

    May 2011: Baguette’s first school Spring Performance

    Each class sang and danced a little to a song. The infants got wheeled around in a cart and looked bewildered. It was fine.

    December 2011: Baguette’s second school Holiday Performance

    She was starting to get a cold, and couldn’t spot us in the audience. One of her teachers kept her from actually sobbing, but we could see the tears.

    May 2012: Baguette’s second school Spring Performance

    She had just moved to a new classroom and didn’t know the song. She knew she didn’t know it and she couldn’t spot us in the crowd, so she started crying quietly.

    December 2012: Baguette’s third school Holiday Performance

    I took her backstage to drop her off with her class, and she started sobbing and screaming. I left her, in the hope that she would settle down when she realized she was with her teachers (who she didn’t much like) and friends. After a few minutes, I asked the school director to check on Baguette. A minute later, she was back, holding Baguette and saying, “She’s not 100%.” We watched most of the show from the audience and then went outside and ran around in the patio.

    May 2013: Baguette’s third school Spring Performance

    Mr. Sandwich picked her up early and brought her home.

    December 2013: Baguette’s fourth school Holiday Performance

    We checked with her teacher (who she adores), who shook her head and said, “I think it’s going to be too loud for her.” We stayed home.

    May 2014: Baguette’s fourth school Spring Performance

    Again, we checked with her teacher, saying, “We don’t want her to feel left out, but we don’t want to put her in a situation that makes her unhappy.” The teacher said, “You know what? I think she’s going to like it this time. She’s really into practicing the song. She sings it all the time.”

    So with trepidation, we showed up at school and hid. Because we know from past experience that if she sees us, she’s going to come to us. And what did we see? A girl who knew all the moves and nearly all the words, who followed her teacher’s lead, and who was beaming as she performed with her class.

    little girl on stage with class

    She would not have done that a year ago, or two years ago, and we know that because she didn’t. But she’s learned so many skills in the past six months, and she’s become so confident. This is huge.

    This is huge.

  • Performance Anxiety: Outcome

    Maybe you read my guest post over at Life With a Baby last Thursday. If you didn’t, you can now!

    Can’t be bothered? I wrote about Baguette and school performances. I have such mixed feelings about the performances–while some kids may love them, I really think they’re for the parents and not the children–but if Baguette wants to sing and dance with her class, I’m certainly not going to stand in her way.

    Except she didn’t. When I dropped her off with her teacher, she screamed and cried and held her arms out for me. And in the hope that she would calm down and have fun with her friends, I steeled myself and walked away.

    But a few minutes later–and before the performance started–I intercepted the school director and asked her to see how Baguette was doing. And within moments, she was back with Baguette in her arms, saying, “She’s not 100 percent.”

    So my little girl sat on my lap for most of the performance, cuddling Ernie and Bert and eating a cereal bar. And when she’d had enough of sitting still (which she did for much longer than I would have expected), I took her outside and she ran around.

    And that was 100 percent.