It has taken me 3 days to pen my thoughts about Thursday night without tearing up. I have been trying to blog about how proud I am of Kate but my words have not provided my feelings justice. I am confident this post will not provide the deserved justice either, but if I withhold the video one more day, I might start getting nasty-grams from the family.
Here is the story about Norton's 2012 Talent Show. Several months ago we received a flyer about the show. The theme was movie related, anyone could submit the form, and all talents were considered for the show. Kate immediately said she wanted to do it, which prompted a several week discussion between Ryan, Kate and myself of what constitutes a "talent". It is very hard to reason with a 5 year old that at 5, you don't really have a talent yet. We are only 3 weeks into guitar and even though we love her rendention of "twinkle, twinkle", did that really count? She dances non-stop but dancing like she dances at home in her p.j's would probably not go over well on stage. She sings but can she sing well enough to get on stage and sing?
You can see the turmoil. From the day she and Jake were each born, we vowed to encourage them to do anything they want. We watch movies like "Soul Surfer" and talk about how achievement is determined by you, no matter the circumstance. We talk about diversity, achievement, pride, bravery, etc. Yet as a parent you don't want to set your kid up for failure. You don't want them to embarass themselves while they are in the process of achieving something new. Ryan and I figured that despite not having a true talent, we would be written up in parenting books as "what not to do" if we discouraged her from participating.
So, we set out to do the show. We didn't tell anyone about it as we were afraid to put too much pressure on our little girl who thrives on pleasing people. We told her we would support her being in the show but she had to decide all the details - the talent, the song, the outfit, etc. She had to put the work in because once you decide to do something, you have to go through with it. She decided to sing "Tomorrow" from Annie. We practiced every night, 1st with the words and then without. She quickly memorized the words and actually sounded better without the words as her voice is at a much lower octave than Annie's.
All of her hard work came to fruition this past Wednesday and Thursday. We had rehearsal on Wednesday night where we learned she would be act #17 out of 30. She, Jake, Ryan and myself patiently waited 2 hours before it was her turn. She walked out from the right side of the stage, they adjusted the microphone to her level (which was too cute), and she sang her heart out. No one would have ever known it was her 1st time ever on stage. We had planned to do the version without the words since she sounded so much better but the original CD we had submitted was the version with the words. We went with it. Immediately after singing, she walked off the stage, saw me, and started bawling. This was a combination of nerves and tiredness. For one who goes to bed at 8, singing at 8:15 was a little much. We left, got a good nights sleep, and she woke up ready to roll. Her confidence, strength, and courage made us proud beyond words.
Thursday was the big show. She had a full run through on Wednesday so she was ready. Several of her friends from her class stayed to enjoy the show and our neighbors came just to watch her. This made for one happy little girl. My dad came up and again, we patiently waited until act #17. This time it was the real deal. There were only the stage lights and there was an audience full of people. She walked right up and sang her little heart out. Her courage caught me mid song as tears started rolling down my cheeks. I am pretty sure she hit every word but in the moment I could have cared less. The fact that she got up and did something that neither Ryan nor I would have ever done at that age is more than enough for a parent to handle. All the little stresses went away at that moment in time. She didn't care that her costume and wig didn't arrive in time, hence the make-shift outfit, or that we had to use the version with the words. She overcame and again, being proud is an understatement.
What have I learned from this experience and from my 5 year old: you truly can accomplish anything you put your mind to. She wanted nothing more than for her friends to see her on stage. No matter the motivation, it shows that if you want something badly enough, you have to have the courage to go out and do it. "Just Do It" as Nike would say. And in the process, who cares what everyone else thinks. That is something everyone could learn from a 5 year old.
I still cry every time I think of her taking the stage and singing her heart out. I also cry looking at the picture of her afterwards (below with the Subway cup) as I am not sure if I have every captured such joy on camera. She was one proud little girl Thursday night and we were one proud set of parents. If you ever need a little push to do something new, I hope this video can provide you that extra motivation. It will be one I will reflect upon for the next several years.
I still cry every time I think of her taking the stage and singing her heart out. I also cry looking at the picture of her afterwards (below with the Subway cup) as I am not sure if I have every captured such joy on camera. She was one proud little girl Thursday night and we were one proud set of parents. If you ever need a little push to do something new, I hope this video can provide you that extra motivation. It will be one I will reflect upon for the next several years.
In the Green Room before the show. The guitar was just a prop. That is for next year.
On stage
After the show. This may go down as one of my most favorite pictures ever.
Kate with a few of her kindergarten friends (McKenna and Jackson)


