I was sitting smack dab in the front row. Next to me was my father, an 85-year-old retired Lutheran pastor. My daughter, Evie, age four, was thrilled to be in the Junior Choir at the Christmas Pageant. Since she couldn’t read, much less read music, I’d patiently taught her all the lyrics to the songs. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for her reaction to two free hands and an audience.
It’s easy, as parents and teachers, to be over-invested in each and every performance. To think that it really matters. It doesn’t. What matters is the trajectory of it all. Evie loved music. She still loves music. If it’s an unusual performance, or even a peculiar one, just relax. Music isn’t brain surgery. If it’s a little bit free form it’s just fine. Really. I promise.
Here is Evie today, backstage at the Opening Night of the San Francisco Girls Chorus concert.
Just imagine if we hadn’t let her sing that first Christmas Pageant. If we’d criticized her enthusiasm. If we’d told her she’d done something wrong.
Sometimes the unexpected is the best thing that can happen.
Chorissima – the highest level of the San Francisco Girls Chorus. Evie is in the back row.
Angelsong: Christmas Music for Piano and Flute Diane Hidy & Angela Koregelos
Christmas San Francisco Girls Chorus