The play was a bit different than the Three Little Pig story most of us know. The Big Bad Wolf in this story was trying to bake his grandma a cake and ran out of eggs. He went to the Little Pig's houses to borrow eggs. So basically it was a big misunderstanding. P's character was a little on the lazy side, and just built his house out of sticks to save time. Hmmm.
P and I practiced his lines every night. He knew them with no problems. I could feed him a line from anywhere in the play and he could recite his line from memory. I couldn't wait to see the play. I knew he would perform wonderfully. The day was getting closer and sadly I had a conflict.
I was asked to start observing in a classroom on the same morning as the play. I knew it would be bad form to call off for the first morning, even if it was to see my son perform in a play. I had to miss it. Luckily all his grandparents, Daddy and B went to the first performance and P was wonderful I hear.
All the characters read from the scripts, I was a little disappointed when I saw that. Why had we practiced for so long if they were going to use their scripts. In my heart I knew P didn't need it, even if he used it. I heard from multiple sources that P was loud enough for the audience to hear him with no problems. This made his grandparents very proud.
After the play he had a chance to mingle with the audience and he was thrilled to have so many family members there. My father shook his hand and told him that he was a wonderful actor.
It broke my heart that I couldn't be there to watch my son on stage. I am so proud of him.