Tired eyes on an evening boat ride. Heading to ride the big wheel
We had amazing walk over the last weekend. Up in the hills we walked up the Bealy Spur track. Its a fairly gentle climb up through the forest to the hilly tussock and amazing views. The kid did great and romped ahead most of the way.
I feel so sad for so much of the world right now, it seems that where ever we look there is confusion, hurt and fear. We are so fortunate to have been able to choose to live where we do. Soon we head north for time with family and christmas. Feeling more and more like we are emerging from a bubble into a big wide scary world. It’s never felt like that before and I have to make a concious effort not to get swallowed by media hysteria or hyperbole.
It makes me realise how important each day is, and how we are the ones who control the largest majority of interactions in our lives. We choose to surrround ourselves with like minded people. People who understand, value and respect our decisions. Start at gress roots levels to make the place you are better, being the change we want to see.
Oh so serious
Her second gymnastisc competition and she got 3rd on the floor and 3rd on the beam. We are so proud of her, she takes it really seriously and works so hard. The strength and conditioning don’t come naturally to her and it makes the placings even sweeter to kow they are from her dedication and pure effort.
The entire production was amazing, the time and effort and work put in by every dancer, the backstage help and the tireless teacher who so enthusiastically believes in each and every one of them.
The kid had an absolute ball with the whole thing. Three performances over two weekends. The make-up, the rehearsals, the back stage excitement.
Her knees weren’t the highest or her toes the pointiest. She didn’t smile the biggest or wear the most makeup. But she was a star. Our star. Her honest, ernest face as she performed every well practiced movement. She didn’t forget a step, not even the changes made in the later stages of production.
Watching her go up there and perform under lights and over 300 people, in each of the three shows made me so incredibly proud. It’s not something I would have had the guts to do at 5 years old and it makes me so happy to know that she has the confidence and self-belief to go up and give it a try. Flanked on all sides by friends of course!
I do have issue with the makeup on young kids. I wonder if we are enforcing in their minds that they need makeup to be ‘pretty’. I know the practical logistics behind using it for the stage, but I wonder about the emotional and psychological impact at a young age.
How do I balance the stage logistics with my strongly held belief that no child, no person, needs make up to beautiful. That it doesn’t matter how floofy your skirt is or how much eye shadow you have on. You are beautiful and you are worthy.
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