OK. I TEACH.
The Eisteddfod came and went today and as always most of it passed in a blur of excitement, nerves and magic. ( for those not familiar with the term “Eisteddfod” : A yearly musical, drama, dance and art showcase held in many cities across the globe)
Why “magic” ?
I’ve been thinking about it ever since getting back in the schoolbus and driving home and here is what I think the “magic” was :
I sit behind them, a row of 6 kids, polished and neat and their hair “just so”
And I think
“Yes. This is why.”
I sit behind them and I see the nervous glances :
At the audience, at their friends, at the piano, jeez…at ME
And I smile and think
“Yes. This is why.”
I see the shaky hands and the knocky knees and the determined stepping up to the front
And I think
“Yes. This is why.”
I see the relief and the perfect last note and the proud walking back to the chair
And I think
“Yes. This is why.”
I see the “YES! I did it even though I was shaking and scared !”
And I think
“Yes. That was why.”
Teaching.
Not for the fainthearted.
But always producing a little magic along the way.
CINDERELLA TRIPPIN' 