Grace and Sarah both participate in their school Chorus. This takes place during the school day so it rarely impacts my life.
As the holidays approach, the schools like to do a chorus concert. In the past they had one concert for our entire school cluster, four elementary and one middle school. Justin Bieber draws less fans. They wised up and did separate concerts.
Monday night was Sarah’s. This involves me coordinating getting two kids to swim practice and one to the school for warm ups. While they don’t have heat sheets, they do have warm ups. And programs. I am good at creating my own time line. I have each song five minutes which also allowed for transition between the band and the chorus. The concert was going to last an hour. I was glad I had taken a proper shower and dressed nicely, I don’t see these people often and I like to impress from time to time.
Wednesday morning, Sarah had to be at the school at 6:30 AM for a chorus field trip. While we are used to early wake up calls courtesy of swimming, we don’t actually like them. I suppose it was good practice for next year when she is in middle school.
Grace’s concert was Wednesday evening. Sarah had soccer, Sophie swim and Grace chorus. And dad is in Chicago. Good times. I coordinated rides to practice for Sarah and Sophie. Along with a ride to chorus for Grace. I had figured out a way to get Sophie and then get to the school in time to watch Grace’s performance and then pick Sarah up. I swear moms should all be awarded Masters Degrees in logistics.
All was going according to plan and I had just arrived at the pool when I got a call from Grace. I could not understand a word she was saying. It was clear she was sobbing. I had to hang up and have her text me. She could not find the school issued top she was supposed to wear. I suggested she wear any white top and that the school would have extras. She insisted they wouldn’t and that the whole school would think she was an idiot. My best friend, who was her ride to the school, also tried to calm her down. Grace was not budging. She was NOT going.
She cried most of the evening, upset because this would impact her grade and because she was embarrassed.
I emailed the teacher. I considered saying she was sick. Grace and I neither one can lie. I told him the truth and if he opted to give her a bad grade for missing a mandatory concert, I would accept it. He responded that he understood and thanked me for my honesty. My faith in humanity is solid.
Adolescence is a bitch. I am intrigued by a child who is perfectly fine competing in a swim suit in front of many hundreds of people she doesn’t know yet the prospect of wearing the wrong shirt in front a hundred that have known her since she was six is terrifying. Kids at this age just want to blend in. I would think that a swimmer would have all the confidence in the world but when you cut to the heart of it, they are no different from any other kid. I calmed her down and the teacher was understanding. Life will go on. She trashed her room looking for that top though, that will make a nice after school activity for her to clean it up. This too shall pass. Tomorrow will be a whole new set of crazy.
For the record, I did shower, and looked cute. What a waste…