Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Advent Choc 7 = Wise Man
Betty's first play today.
Went to watch the 'It's A Baby' performance at Nanna's nursery school. Smells of PVA, face paint and cheap soap welcomed the audience to a showcase of innocence and excitement. A sea of tea towel heads and coat hanger halos sang their way tunelessly through fifteen overwhelming minutes of photographs and pride. Beaming parents had worked as ingeniously as ever to fashion wings, crowns and donkey heads from the usual gubbins found in the back of the wardrobe. Dad's old shirt made it's stage debut on the back of a 3ft innkeeper, while Mum's hen night fairy wings assumed a classier starring role. The tame reputation of the second Wise Man was enthusiastically updated by a fidgeting, bouncing, waving little chap. Encouraging teachers mouthed song words to shepherds, while one sheep burst into tears and had to be carried off. Clearly, in biblical times, black school pumps were all the rage.
Sensing the gravitas of the theme, Betty was angelically quiet. Looking at her big blue eyes peeping at me over her Dad's hefty shoulder, I imagined the day she would be up there; wand made of tinfoil, headband swathed in old tinsel, my blouse tucked in her tights, and I swallowed back a determined tear. And she wasn't even IN IT!
Oh dear...I'm going to be one of THOSE mums.