I wrote about our shaky track record with school concerts yesterday and I think it is safe to say that our run of
horrific bad interesting concerts have come to an end as far as Daniel is concerned.
There are 8 classes in Daniel’s grade, 4 Afrikaans and 4 English and they split it so that the Afrikaans concert was last night and the English concert is next week. Thank goodness they did, the school hall was packed with parents and grandparents, including our motley crew.
I was hugely impressed by the production, our son made us very, very proud and I may or may not have gotten a little teary. But I’m not saying. He danced like a pro with his partner despite his cast and it definitely helped that he couldn’t see us in the crowd of people and cameras. In fact, those kids were all awesome last night, every single one of them. It struck me that they are real people now, no longer chubby toddlers. This made me a little sad.
The girls also loved it and lasted very well, despite a little mutiny about 10 minutes before the end (Mammmmaaaa, ek wil huis toe gaaaaan!) They passed out as soon as we got home.
I also realised that we are a lot less “Afrikaans” than a lot of the people there and more than a little horrified that our children all left the hall singing Baby Tjoklits and begging for the CD. Only slightly more horrified than realising that all 3 of them knew the words already.
But, Afrikaans we are and Afrikaans we shall embrace, we owe it to them.
Where are the pictures I hear you say.
Well. Funny story.
The light was really bad and the video recording I made of Daniel’s performance bombed out.
But I took this really lovely, completely overexposed and utterly un-rescueable pic of a painting he made. You’re welcome.
Every single child made a painting that related to the theme of their individual dance (Daniel’s group did Love) and all the painting were pasted up against the walls of the hall and looked really beautiful.
What does the painting mean? I have no idea, but his was the only one with a sun. So there.