There is something so sweet about a primary school nativity. My son loves singing and performing amongst his peers, and he takes it all very seriously. I'd say that it could possibly be the highlight of his year and there is nothing he loves more than seeing us there in the audience. He worries, somewhat unnecessarily that we won't make the show or see him and you can see him desperately searching the crowd for our faces so I always make a big fuss to reassure him we are there!
This last Christmas, we were strategically at the back of the hall because we had our baby in tow. I'm going, to be honest from the outset and tell you straight off the bat that I wasn't wearing my glasses. As I am getting older, it's safe to say that my eyesight isn't quite what it used to be. In fact, if you ask my husband, he will tell you that bats have better eyesight than me. Despite my struggles with vision, I don't wear my glasses half as much as I should, and I am continually fumbling around in a blurry world!
Let's get real for a moment and admit that glasses can be a royal pain in the bum! I hate having to wear them, not to mention the fact that I am incredibly forgetful! I keep saying I want to look at contact lenses as I feel this will help solve my issues, but that takes time, effort and energy which I am not rich in right now! I am forever rocking up to events silently cursing the fact that I cannot see and I only have myself to blame. Usually, I would remember them for something as crucial as my son's nativity, but It's hard graft getting out of the house presentable and on time with a baby in tow - I'm lucky I was wearing a clean t-shirt for god's sake!
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It was at that moment I realised I had to make the best of a bad situation and roll with it. Yes, I might not be able to see exactly what was going on, but I was still present and ready to make a fuss of Henry, and that is ultimately what mattered the most to me. I pre-warned my husband that because we were at the back, I would need to make more of a dramatic fuss so that Henry knew we were in fact there and we were as excited as he was.
All of the children marched into the hall to a display of flashing cameras and ecstatic parents, and as he took to the stage to perform one of his stints, I began cheering and whooping and blowing kisses like a madwoman. Of course, I got given the old side-eye from hubby, and a few other parents gave a few funny glances, but you know what? I couldn't care less! I had a tear in my eye, and I was about ready to burst with pride. Which is why as I was blowing kisses left, right and centre I was most surprised to hear an embarrassed:
"Mum, what are you doing?"
As I looked down to my right-hand side, a young boy was stood in line ready to enter the stage with the rest of his class. I looked from the stage back to this boy in front of me several times only to realise that my son hadn't even gone on stage yet and for the last five minutes I was whooping and hollering at a child I've never even met!
So that, my friends, is why it is crucial that you don't forget your glasses when going to the school nativity - not unless you want people to think you're crazy!
