This morning after breakfast Miya put on the little Christmas dress made of stiff black- and red-checked fabric which her grandma had bought for her, new tights, new black shoes and a fancy little headband. She stood in front of the mirror, grinning at herself in all this finery.
Because Miya’s Montessori school is in one of two campuses owned by the same Wesboro Montessori group, the toddler programs from the two schools were coming together for their winter concert, which was held at the sister campus.
I dropped Miya off there at 9:00 and then V and I were back two hours later for showtime.
Parents and grandparents filed into the small gymnasium in which a little ‘stage’ was set up – a stage which consisted of a round carpet and some decorations on the wall. We nabbed seats in the front row – by which I mean we sat at the front of some coloured foam mats laid down across from the carpet stage.
Around 11:00, the first group of toddlers trotted in and we all clapped and laughed as they shyly performed. Miya’s class was next. I thought that once she spotted us she wouldn’t want to go to the stage, but she willing went with her class and settled in beside her best friend, Gwyneth.My daughter loves to sing. At home she belts out ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’, the alphabet song, the ‘Itsy-Bitsy Spider’ and many other favourites. But put in front of a room full of strangers, not surprisingly the only real singing came from the two young teachers. Miya did some of the actions and enjoyed the applause, but it’s unlikely our daughter will be auditioning for the Mouseketeers anytime soon. She’s very far from diva, this child.
I feel like as a parent I’ve witnessed an important first – and Miya’s been buzzing around on high ever since. Her favourite bedtime story has now become “Miya and the School Concert”.
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