Yesterday it was hard to be a mermaid, especially when a certain little sister grew tired of playing the same beach game over and over.
Today she tries out for a role in a Missoula Children’s Theatre production of The Little Mermaid.
Let’s all cross our fingers she gets a part.
This face has stuck, this window into a heart broken and disappointed.
She stepped off stage without the paperwork for cast actors, congratulated a best pal cast as a seahorse and explained she really didn’t want a part anyway. She explained halfway through auditions she’d realized a disinterest in the whole thing. That’s why I stopped trying. Really.
She left the theatre with a smile.
After we dropped her seahorse pal off, I peered in my rearview mirror and saw her sobbing.
That’s when it gets tough – this whole parenting thing.
That’s when there needs to be a handbook on handling a heartbroken child.
For a moment, she’d put on that *fine* face, and I guess it was her switch to honesty that got me.
Really got me.
Once home, Lucy told her how awesome she was, Betty, I thought you did great, and gave her a big hug.
She came back around to really being fine, and agreed to attend the performance to support her friends, to enjoy our Friday family date night.
She came back around to really being fine and it happened at the moment Daddy came home with a bouquet of stargazer lilies for the little girl who tried her best.