Over the past several years, Helen has bounced around several activities. There was the year of gymnastics, which was fun, but I don't think the clothing impressed Helen. Then there was ballet, and indeed, more than a couple of people were rooting for that to be Helen's "thing". She headed back to gymnastics to learn to do a cartwheel and that was a disaster because the teacher never taught Helen how to do the one thing she needed to learn how to do. So she moved to soccer with a friend of hers. That was fine for a while, but really, a bit too much running for Helen.
This year, I enrolled her in a theater class. I have long thought this might be her thing partly, because it was my thing, so I naturally think it should be her thing. Partly, because one of Helen's weird talents is the ability to mimic accents and strange pronunciations extremely well.
There were two classes for her age group - one that involved musical theater (my love) and one that was straight acting, focusing on imagination. Helen opted for the latter, but not enough students signed up, so she ended up in the former.
On the first day of class, Miss Lisa explained to her parents that all she ever wanted to do, since she was 3, was to perform on Broadway. Her career led her through New York, and she even went to the Eastman School of Music at the University of Rochester, which is an incredible school. Helen had never heard any of the songs they sang, but she had a ball.
Last Saturday, Helen had her end-of-class performance, which lasted for 15 minutes. She was definitely in love with herself and has been singing a few of the songs with me this past week. It's hard not to fall in love with something when you're taught by someone who loves what they're doing.
I do believe Helen might have found her 'thing', but she's trying the straight acting class this session - with 3 friends from school.
Day 1. The All Night Sewing Spree
Day 2. Package from a Friend
Day 3. For the Love of the Game
Day 4. Always There
Day 5. Ups and Downs
Day 6. Siblings
Day 7. Football and Money