Today, my Little Meems is trying out for honors chorus at her elementary school. If you recall, this is the child who puts the “noise” in joyful noise. But she loves it, and because of that, will go after every singing part ever, but will probably (if she’s lucky) be relegated to the chorus. Which would make her happy too. Because she’s singing.
I am worried for her. I am nervous for her. I have been praying for her. She has been practicing. She thinks she sounds better if she adds some vibralto and sings through her nose. She is confident. Unafraid. Hopeful. Excited.
I am scared to death. That’s my little girl and I don’t want to see her fail. I want to encourage her to go after all her dreams, not just this one, but I’m a realist and have the wisdom of age and experience, and that makes it hard. She is so innocent. We all have a story of when we went for something we were totally not cut out for – it’s a rite of passage and provides us a knowing chuckle as we age. It’s an invaluable life experience, regardless of how painful or wonderful. I’m hoping for the best outcome to this situation. Whatever that may be.
I’m proud of her. She’s one courageous little thing. What’s more, I admire her.
Today, this girl with her courageous heart is my hero.
If you’re reading this, cross your fingers, send up a good thought or give her a high five. Or pray. Pray for a clear voice. Pray for confidence and strength. Pray for courage.