Ava made the Drama Team!
Oh, what an emotional ordeal this process was…
Ava and I spent a week rehearsing her script. According to the information sheet, she didn’t have to be memorized. Note for everyone out there: always memorize it! It not only gets your face up and helps your voice carry, but enables you to focus on the meaning of what you’re saying as opposed to the actual words themselves. Plus, at the outset, the drama coach said there are over 120 kids who audition for only approximately 50 spots. In a group that large, you want to do your best to stand out…memorization helps!
She auditioned last Tuesday and was supposed to find the results online Thursday night. I swear, she had me checking the computer every 18 minutes (but, I was secretly checking around every 9 minutes from my phone…). By the time bedtime arrived, there was still no word. I tucked her in, told her not to worry and tried to kiss the furrow in her brow away. I told her even if she didn’t make it, I thought she did wonderful when we worked together. I tried encouraging her with the “as long as you gave it your best…” talk, but I could tell my well-intentioned words weren’t carrying much weight. So, I eventually said, “I know how badly you want this. It means a lot to me because it means so much to you.” And I let it there. She eventually fell asleep after I promised to continue checking. I kept a vigil until after midnight, then went to bed hoping for results in the morning.
Ava shared with me recently that she plays a lot on her own at recess. Not exactly something that makes a mother’s heart jump for joy. So, I was kept praying the drama team would be an outlet for her to meet some new friends who share a common interest with her. We attended a school fundraiser not too long ago and she introduced me to a girl from her class. Turns out, this girl was also auditioning for the drama team. They had their arms around each other while they talked about the play. I smiled watching them, remembering some of my own sweet childhood friends. “How wonderful would it be if they both made it…”
Friday morning came and still nothing. I decided to call the school to see if I was checking in the wrong place. I’m thankful I did because the secretary said the results wouldn’t be posted until after school. And she was right…
Not too long after the kids arrived home, I saw the results.
Ava’s name wasn’t there.
Or so I thought. I mean, I titled the post, “she’s in,” so obviously she made it. But, when I first read through the list of 57, I didn’t see her name. (In my defense, even Adam didn’t see her name at first either…)
My stomach dropped.
How was I going to tell her?
I went through the list again, feeling like I was willing her name to appear. First of all, the list wasn’t in alphabetical order, so that made finding anyone’s name difficult. But then, tucked between two longer names were the two words I was desperately seeking, “Ava Newton.”
How was I going to tell her?
Well, since this was for the drama team, I decided to go with a dramatic approach:
I went to Ava’s room, which most of the time resembles the aftermath of a terrible storm. Sure enough, such was the state of her room that afternoon.
“Ava Grace”, I hollered. Now, when I used my children’s middle name, they know it’s something serious. She came running toward me, but slowed when she saw the stern look on my face.
“What do you see?”, I asked her. We both silently looked around the room: clothes on the floor, dolls sprawled everywhere and crafts filling up the remaining space.
“Oh”, she said, hanging her head.
I let that word linger there for a moment.
“I asked you a question. What do you see?”
And then I pulled out my phone (I had the internet opened to the page and had her name highlighted…)
She took one look before screaming and jumping into my arms. We both fell to the floor laughing as I held her tightly and kissed her head.
We went to Olive Garden that night to celebrate. Before leaving I asked her if her friend, Brooklyn, made the team.
“Who’s Brooklyn?”, she asked.
“The girl you introduced me to the other day,” I replied.
“No Mom. Her name is London, not Brooklyn.”
Hmmm, wrong city, I mused.
But, yes. London made it too. The team is putting on the production of “Fiddler on the Roof” in March. So, here we are…beginning yet another adventure!