This is the first November in four Novembers when I am not bouncing around trying to prepare for a recital.
This year, my little one decided to quit both ballet and singing. Therefore, no more recitals. It was a phase. I knew it. But still, I kinda miss the stress of getting her ready for the big day.
The driving around for rehearsals. The preparation of all her gear. The making of her ballet bun with copious amount of hairspray.
It flies too fast. I thought I had one more year before she decides to quit. But alas, I was wrong.
It had become a tradition for us each year. Getting up super early so we can drive her to the studio for the final rehearsals before the recital starts. After dropping her off, hubby and I would then have a big breakfast at one of the cafes before walking around Parramatta to wait for her lunch break.
We’d pick her up for lunch, all bunned up plastered with thick make up. Lunch would be Maccas because it’s the quickest one and she needs to be back to the studio in less than an hour. After that, it’s make up touch up then waiting for another hour before the recital starts.
I’d then sneakily take a video of her show because recording isn’t allowed (I’ve done it for all of four years and had never been caught!). After the three-hour recital, we’d then take her out for some nice dinner at a restaurant before heading home, all exhausted.
I miss it. But I’m also slowly accepting the fact that she’s moving on. Now she wants to do modeling and acting. And I am utterly nervous. Let’s see what this new phase is going to be like.