Those of you who follow me on Facebook are probably aware that I attended my great granddaughter’s dance recital last night. These things are long and since I only knew one of the seemingly hundreds of kids that paraded across the stage, I was not always completely focused and entertained.
It is amazing what kind of following a cute kid can garner. There were over a dozen tickets sold based solely on my offspring’s participation. I guess I’m a little jealous. I have never, as child or adult, had a dozen folks show up to watch me do anything. Of course, I’ve never dressed in a tutu and danced around a stage. I like to think that if I did I could surpass the audience Kaydence drew, and give at least as entertaining, if not as cute, a performance.
The performers get a very enthusiastic reception. I’ve heard quieter crowds at a football game. There is much clapping, and whooping and shouting throughout. When it’s all over the performers are showered with flowers, balloons and gifts. Like I said, I guess I am just jealous. The young dancers are cute and most of the older ones are pretty good. Some might do better on a soccer field, but I am not going to be the one to tell them.
Like most things that happen on a stage, there are life lessons to be learned from a Dance Recital.
1. Talent is not equally distributed.
2. People really love their kids, grand kids, great grand kids, distant relation kids and kids of friends and don’t recognize the truth of #1 above.
3. There is a little ham in most of us.
4. God must sometimes feel like He’s got the only seat at a dance recital. He must smile as his children dance and tumble and think they are pretty special. Since they make God smile, I suppose they are.
5. Not all my posts are really deep.
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