Wednesday, October 6, 2010


My girl didn't make ensemble, but she's still in the chorus. She was super bummed about not being picked for ensemble, but she's never been the type of kid to dwell on any hurt or resentment very long. And she loves to sing. Last night was the first choral concert of the year.

My daughter wasn't nervous. Not this time. Last year she was a shaking mess before each and every performance. This year, she was laughing and joking, confident in her abilities. "All those people" in the audience didn't bother her. Not now.

I was surprised to see her on the first row. At 5'2" and rising, I always think of her as tall. She's one of the smaller girls, though. She seemed very small among the sea of faces on the stage.

She has the most amazing, expressive face and while she was singing I was struck with how very earnest she is. How she takes her singing so seriously. How she takes everything in her life as seriously as she does.

How she'll probably be something so amazing someday.

How she's already someone so freaking amazing.

The 7th grade group sang the song Fireflies.

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams...

She is all I see.

Among a hundred kids, I imagine it's her voice, rising above all the others. It's her. Clear and sure and strong. Bursting at the seams.

She is my girl. My beautiful, bright, brilliant baby girl. My shining star.

The ensemble? Doesn't know what they are missing.


frannie said...


Jamie said...

You? Awesome mom. :)

Priscilla said...

Made me cry. I don't know why but something about a mothers deep deep love for their children just makes me weep. I has it too!

C. Todd Dolen, DVM said...

Beautiful. Lucky and talented daughter, great and talented mother!