Wow

Jeremy and I watched Ruby in Oliver this past weekend with wonder and amazement.

I could hardly believe that was My little girl up there acting and singing away, comfortable as can be, shaking her head, pounding the table, stomping her feet, licking up imaginary gruel...wow. What an orphan.



Sure, I've seen the drama before.



Like here. Right before we left for the performance. Her quesadilla wasn't hot enough.

Or how about when we were leaving rehearsal last week the asst. director told me she's had the hardest time getting Ruby to stop crossing her legs -- she's so feminine. And she just won't stop smiling. I loved it.

But when we got in the car, Ruby was in tears. "Maybe I just shouldn't be in the show if I can't even act like a boy. I must be no good." blah, blah, blah.

Loving and compassionate mother that I am, "Yeah. I guess you just shouldn't do it, huh?"

So...I had an inkling she had it in her, that she would love the experience, the camraderie of a cast, the growth that comes from an audition and multiple performances, but wow.



And then the second best part of the show was the finale; all the orphans walking out for their bows, all in a line, all staring blankly toward the crowd, EXCEPT for Ruby, smile stretching across her face like it was a beauty pagaent. She just couldn't hold it in anymore.