Yes, she’s a perfect example.
We gathered to watch her class performance in this year’s Christmas program. As her class “transitional 4s” marched down the center isle, Ri began to cry. Her teacher held her and when they reached their pew, she spent several minutes consoling our child.
The performances began late. By then, Ri was quiet and watching the stage. Other children turned in their seats to search for parents in the audience. Ri didn’t see us.
Several groups preceded hers – each demonstrating the quirks of their ages in solo shimmies and dramatic belting. Finally, it was time for her to get up to the stage. She was placed up on the stage, with children on the steps in front of her and others behind. She looked out toward the audience as the kids were getting situated. It was then that she saw me and Chi.
I got one photo as she began to tear up. Then she started to sob and her “performance” was over before it began. She was escorted from the stage, where she stood to the side with Chi while her classmates danced to Jingle Bells.
There’s always next year… Maybe the third time will be better?