At six-thirty in the evening I am usually about to expire. I literally run around all day with Kira and do my best to keep up with all the important needs in my family. Unfortunately, helping with the middle school play does not make it on the important list. After passing Kira to her doting daddy and rather than slipping into my pajamas and calling it a day I went to Kevin’s school play. The rest of the family will go the next performance while I keep the noisy baby far away from the quiet requirements of a play.
I really was excited to see him perform. He has been practicing every day for this play for a couple of months. He was horrified though when in the fall it was announced they were going to do the musical, Annie. He really cannot carry a tune. “I’m fine if I sing with others, but it’s not good if I have to sing by myself.” True. He has no misconceptions about himself in any area of his life. I like that about Kevin. He’s not trying to be everything to everyone, he knows his strengths, weaknesses and he accepts them without self-deprecation.
He played two parts. First he appears as a homeless person. And later in the play he is FDR, president of the United States. After the performance, when parents realized the “president” was my son, many parents told me that he was made for that part. I didn’t interpret that to mean my son would one day become president, it meant that he didn’t mind being authoritative and important in this play. He has the deepest voice in the whole production. It’s clear, and thankfully the crazy crackles and pops from last year have disappeared. He has these gestures that are so confident and precise.
I’ve said since he was a baby that he is a ‘grumpy old man’, and in a sense his director perceived it as well when she cast him as an ‘almost’ grumpy old man. Really it did fit, and he was delightful to have entertaining the room of several hundred parents and students. Theater was a passion of my own when I was younger. It’s one of those things I hoped someone in the family would enjoy, but, again it couldn’t be my suggestion. Kevin discovered theater all on his own, and he really does love it. It makes me happy to know that even though he looks nothing like me, he has a few of my passions … reading… writing… and theater.
I was going to finish there, but I just have to say how surreal it was for me to watch Annie- the story- as in many ways it hits straight home with my real life. We have just adopted an orphan, and we are working every day to improve the lives of real orphans in an orphanage on the other side of this world. When the orphans on stage had a pillow fight I felt a deep sadness because our orphans don’t even have pillows. They just got new mattresses for the first time in their lives. And I am sure they can relate to the ‘mush for breakfast again’ disappointment. It was a little bit hard for me to be entertained by a story that is so real in my life. It doesn’t make me feel like singing a snappy song, it makes me feel like working harder.