again, back to February here...
Call it what you will, my oldest suffers from it.
To the point that it is sometimes crippling.
For two years I tried to convince her to give Chinese dance a try.
But the thought of performing. On stage. In front of hundreds who attend our metro area's Chinese New Year celebration?
But this year the promise of her sisters AND three sweet friends to help her get through finally proved to tip the scales in favor of experiencing a little of her heritage.
|love the little brothers who dressed in silk to show support!|
And then suddenly stage fright began to paralyze her and she clung to me as if I would provide her next breath.
I'm not sure exactly how she managed to pull herself back together. I think it was a combination of prayer, laughter, and the promise that I'd be on the front row to support her. Still though, it remained questionable if she'd actually join her little troupe onstage until the last second.
With a stiff back and a look of resolution in her eye, she walked out between her sweet friends Sofia and Lottie. The seconds before the music started were almost all she could handle.
My big girl was dancing in front of several hundred people.
And not just dancing, but dancing with a smile on her face!
I think I may have shed a few tears of relief and joy for her in the moment.
As the girls unfurled their large fans, she was beaming...fitting that she was in the sunlight streaming through the windows at that moment.
She concentrated so as not to miss a step.
But she had fun.
And while I'm thankful I managed to catch a bit of her joy with the camera, I'll never forget how her face radiated with excitement, joy and maybe even a little surprise in herself. She did it!
It was an exceptionally priceless moment. One I pray she will carry forward with her...