The little red-head was singing with his class tonight at the school – showing off some songs they had learned for the Fife music festival.
Primary Ones, Primary Twos, The School Choir and the “Friends of St Columbas’ Choir” … which is kind of the parents choir only you don’t have to be a parent IYSWIM?
He has been so proud all day that his Grandma and Grandad were coming to see him …. but actually what he was most pleased to see was that his big brother also came .. just a little bit of Superhero worship happening in our house at the moment. The fact that Mum was coming – well frankly that was neither here nor there!!
Still …. as a Single Mum … a school choir recital is actually “Date out at the theatre with dinner and drinks” .. even though the date was my eldest, dinner was a shared packet of Cadbury Eggs and drinks was a pot of tea to warm us up when we got home. Still .. when your bins get out more often than you do .. its nice to make the effort isn’t it??
The show had all the usual starring roles:
The one who burst out crying …. well all the stress and build up and pressure of performance can get to a lad can’t it?
The one who had to go to the loo halfway through – for once not one of our pregnant Mum’s in the adult choir.
The one who was wearing a tie for the first time in his life … and like a cat trying to remove a collar couldn’t stand still for fidgeting.
The one in shorts with one sock at full mast and the other around his ankles.
Another with a shirt that were obviously “bought for growth” with the cuffs halfway down his legs.
The one with the flashing shoes .. who every time they stopped flashing would have a little jig to get them going again.
The one with the sniff … and the one hunting up their nose with a finger … and the other with a permanent green number eleven on the top lip.
The one without any front teeth and the cheekiest grin.
The one that hopped from leg to leg as if they needed to head to the bathroom.
The one that kept scratching their head ……… Oh no!! please don’t tell me the beasties are back.
In short … they were utterly perfect, totally adorable and I wanted to take every single blessed one of them home with me.
With the utter unselfconsciousness of the very young they were utterly captivating. Every grin to a sibling out in the audience, every sneaky wave, every air kiss at a Grannie …… they totally owned it!
And how did they sound? well ……. Scottish! Scottish and proud to be so …. even those from Singapore, South Africa, Poland, Bulgaria and Estonia stood and sang like linties all the songs we learned as kids and sang as we played in our playgrounds.
You can’t sing lyrics like “Oh ye cannae shove yir grannie aff a bus” in anything other than a Scottish accent can you? LOL
But they were tuneful, they sang together as a team and they produced something full of fun and full of charm -s o well done Mrs Haldane and all the teachers that give their time and energy herding the cats that are Primary One and Two.
You never know – tonight may be the night when a new West End Diva is born .. but for tonight, tonight they are all stars!!!