Another proud moment

Last Saturday was my daughter's preschool event, where they had their K2 students graduating to primary levels, and their "annual concert". It wasn't much of a concert, but every single class got to perform on stage in front of the audiences (who's basically all the kids' parents and grandparents and nannies). I know all the kids had been preparing for the event like weeks before. I know it's tough for the teachers. I mean, try imagining lining up 10 2-year-old kids and almost 20 3-year-old kids, and teaching them a dancing steps routine. They even done 2 routines for each class. There were also the 4 year olds and the 5 year olds, but they're much bigger so they're easier to manage and more receptive to the teacher's instructions. Anyhow, the event was considered a success. Most parents showed up. All the classed performed well. The graduation ceremony went smoothly. I think everyone agreed the teachers had done such a wonderful job with all the kids.

Well anyway, my proudest moment was seeing my daughter who's in the pre-K senior level (age 3.5-4 years old) got on the stage and danced her heart out. I could tell how happy she was. And she was proud too. Days before the event, she kept telling me that she was going to be on stage, and that she's going to sing and dance, and that I should watch her do all that. I knew she was all prepared to do all her routines, but still, to actually see and watch her did all that brought me a special kind of feeling. I was proud and scared at the same time. I was proud because ... well, I think everyone knows why I'm so proud of her :) But I'm scared because she's growing up so fast in front of my eyes. I still can remember when I was pregnant with her, and now? She's almost 4 and being so independent. It feels like if I close my eyes just for a moment, she's going to just grow up and grow up and grow up ... I guess part of me is afraid of losing my little girl. I know it's ridiculous. I know she has to grow up. And I also know she'll always be my little girl no matter how old she is. She is just such a joy ... and I thank God for giving her to me. Well, I must stop writing now, I think I'm tearing up again just thinking about this. Just as an end-note, if I weigh the proud part and the scary part ... I must say I'm more proud than I'm scared.