I was at my daughter's story telling competition last Saturday in a town 2 hours away from here. She had suddenly burst into tears the night before and begged me to follow her even though it was a no parent function.
I was worried. She never did that before. In fact, she was always impatient to get away with her friends in school. And I couldn't understand this new thing. Maybe it was nerves or the separation anxiety.. but i went along to reassure her.
I guess i was more nervous for her when the moment came than she was. I saw petrified kids go up on stage.. some freezing up and some totally forgetting their lines. She had prepared well despite biasness of her teachers who favoured another girl with experience and a sister who was a state champion. I told my daughter to not worry about winning and just go have fun. But i knew she badly wanted to win and she just nodded her head.
It was her turn. My heart was choking. I closed my eyes, uttered a prayer and surrendered. Then it happened. She went up on stage and it was like something took over. A quite strength descended upon her.. she glowed. Her voice was never sweeter or clearer.. it filled up the room. She was totally in her element. I felt a weight lift from my heart. It was going to be allright.
She didn't win the first prize but she won the second and that means she is up for state championship next week. And it is going to be good.
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