Well, tonight was Braeden's May Dance Recital. Or rather it was the May Dance Recital for TLCC boys. Yes, Braeden once again succumbed to stage fright and would not participate at all. I was sure he was going to dance since he excitedly got dressed and waved at me from the door prior to the recital. However, walking out he got that usual look on his face of complete fear that then dissolved into near tears has he walked out into the room. He came straight to us and shook his head. What were we supposed to do? We had figured this would happen so we were prepared and since this was not the first time it had happened, we were over the initial sadness/disappointment/embarrassment. So he sat with us and clapped for his friends as they danced, repeatedly turning down the offers to join his friends. Amy saw the rehearsal this afternoon and said he did well, until he saw he that is, then he started crying. So what gives? Is it us? Is it me? Is it the crowd of people? Who knows. The funny thing is that on the way home I asked him why he wouldn't dance. Shrugging his shoulders he said he came out and "saw someone in a blue shirt with brown stripes, white pants, glasses, and a nose." Yes folks, I was the "someone" he was describing. So, for whatever reason he hates public performance. We will continue to support him and encourage him to participate in things, and we will continue to support and comfort him when he decided he doesn't want to. The most bothersome thing is the fact that it makes us leery of signing him up for sports. It's a lot of time, energy, and money to invest if he is going to cry and refuse to go out on the field. Luckily we have a long time, filled with opportunities, until then. Only time will tell. I did get a few pictures though, of his brief appearance at the recital. I'm saving them for tomorrow's Wordless Wednesday post so you'll just have to check back in to see them!
All is well, though avoiding the spotlight, in Drosche Land.
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