Oh dear… where did THIS come from? I was cool. I was cool. But now I’m not and my stomach is churning.
The kids are ready. They’ve been practicing every week and we (Mrs. Cindy and I) have been working them hard. You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?
Kid’s choir… that’s what’s goin’ down tomorrow. The kids’ performance is tomorrow - Father’s Day… and I am feeling so stinkin’ nervous! I’m not singing, but Cindy and I will be doing the movements and mouthing the words dramatically to the kids as they sing their precious little hearts out.
I know they’re going to be absolutely adorable and it won’t matter that everything won’t be perfect… it won’t matter that we’ve had as few as 10 and as many as 32 little people drift in and out of rehearsal over the past 2 months. It’s hard to anticipate how many we’ll have, and how loud they’ll sing. There are some who bob their heads to the left, when it should be right… some wave their hands one way, while all others wave the opposite… one song has A LOT of “lalalalala’s” at the end that bore us all a little… I hope I prompt them well, and don’t lose count on that part.
I have to keep reminding myself that their songs of praise are for the Lord, and He doesn’t give a rip about the rest. I suppose my concern lies with the people who may judge our preparedness/lack thereof… Or that I ruin other opportunities for the “untrained” to step in… I have lots of choir/small ensemble experience, but I have never lead/co-lead choir before.
I know I float to the doomsday side of assumptions. I just pray that the congregation will be blessed by the hearts and voices of these kiddos who really did work very hard. I pray the kids just have a ball and fall in love with music more and more. I am blessed to have had the opportunity to build relationships with this group - ranging in age from 5 to 11. It was a challenge to redirect some behavior, but at the end of this journey I get to see how we have all made our way through… and I feel bonded with these children - some I knew already, but a number of them I have grown to know.
Now there are a dozen extra kids to hug in my life… who’ll sit with me and my kids at church until their parent shows up… who’ll come and tell me a story… who I bump into in the community and I see their faces light up as the realize I have a life outside of the choir room. This part was a surprise to me… I guess good things really do come in small packages :)
They are going to be great, and NOBODY will be judging you. It’s a bunch of parents for pity’s sake. They GET it. And if they don’t, just blow ‘em a rasberry. Works for Selby.