Triston's School Program

These pictures are actually from March 27. I realize I am really late in posting but between my school and work it is hard to find time to post everything. This is just one of those moments that I want for this year's blog book. Here is the story:

The two weeks leading up to the program was awful for Triston. He as so nervous. He told me that he didn't want to go to it. He asked if he could be sick that day. He actually tried coughing a few times to see if I would respond with a "oh no." Nothing was working for him. I was spending my time trying to figure out what the problem was. He's done this sort of thing before and was never nervous. I asked him if he knew his lines and he recited them back to me without any problems. Obviously, he knows what he has to say and do. He is still nervous at this point. I am out of ideas by this point. The only thing I can offer him is encouragement and praise since I'm sure that this is just one of those childhood issues that we have all dealt with.

Here are some pics:

They did their show at the Performing Arts Center. From my seat, I took this picture:
I was trying to take a picture of Triston looking for us. He was on the second story balcony. He was too far away to see though.


His class did a few songs. At this point, I was probably more nervous than him about his solo part. Here is a picture of him with his class:

Everything up to this point was a blur for me. I just kept thinking to myself that he knows his lines, he should be able to do it. I also realized that he is up there singing away and really doesn't seem as nervous as I feel.
Triston has done a solo in every program that they've done since Kindergarten. Usually the solo has something to do with an instrument. This time he has to recite a poem while his classmate's act it out.
I held my breath while he spoke.

These are his exact words:

Hi, My name is Triston Bradshaw

We are doing a poem called, "We Willie
Winkie"

We Willie Winkie runs thru the town
Upstairs, Downstairs, in
his nightgown
Rapping at the windows
Crying thru the locks
All the
children in their beds
For now its 8 o'clock

Oh, what a relief. He said it. He remembered it. He only paused once to take a breath. Oh, thank God.

Ready for the ironic part of this story...Triston volunteered for this part. Yeap, I have had a few thoughts about why does the teacher always pick him for these things...why? Come to find out, he wanted to. Geeze, after all that we have been thru waiting for this, not wanting to go, trying to get sick so he wouldn't have to...every speech, every bad dream. Wow!