Eliza's Last Preschool Concert

Tonight was Eliza's last preschool concert. She was dressed beautifully and looked like an angel. She had a gorgeous headband from Nana and Poppy to wear which she was very excited about.

The kids all met up in their classes and then came out to their set spot on stage. Eliza was standing up at the back so we could easily see her which was nice. She spotted us and gave us a wave to say hello.

She sang the first few songs like an angel. She did the actions and smiled as she sang. I love her singing Waddly Archer. It's such a cute and funny song!

Around half way through she started to look like something was wrong. James and I weren't sure what had happened. She wasn't singing much and wasn't doing the actions. She kept putting her hand up to her neck and looked like she was about to cry. What happened?


The beautiful moment was that while Eliza was upset, one of her beautiful teachers noticed and went over to her. Her teacher, Dianne, squeezed herself between both chairs and had her arm around Eliza. She kept talking with her, rubbed her back, encouraged her to sing. She pointed us out to her at one point to show that we were watching her and proud of her. 

After one song, she tapped Eliza's nose which even brought a smile out of Eliza, even though she was still upset. 

Just seeing this love and care from a teacher for our baby girl was beautiful. Seeing her be supported, encouraged, not give up, and loved is going to be my lasting memory of Eliza's preschool concert. While I am sad that she wasn't able to sing bright and bubbly like she does at home, I love that I saw the compassion from the staff towards her. 

After the concert her teacher said that she had a sore throat and that it hurt to swallow. I think that she sang the first few songs too hard which hurt her throat and then she just couldn't move past it. At home she was still complaining of a sore throat as I put her to bed. She had no temperature, no redness in her throat so I gave her panadol to help settle her, lay with her for a bit and she went to sleep. In the morning she was fine and was able to go to preschool again.


I wrote a note of thanks to her teacher and was brought to tears. Tears because I wanted her last concert to be a happy time that she enjoyed, I wanted to get the photos of my angel singing with her class mates, to get the happy photos after the concert because I couldn't get them before. Tears because I was so grateful for the love and care that was shown to her. Tears of appreciation for this preschool that we love! 

Eliza, baby girl. You are my angel. You are a bright spark to all around you. Tonight you did so well. You pushed through when you were hurting, you powered on when you didn't want to. In life you are going to face moments like that too. You are going to want to give up, you are going to find moments hard. My prayer is that you have support around you like your amazing teacher Dianne who helped you through. Daddy and I will always be cheering you on in the crowd when we can't be right beside you. We will always be sitting there waving, blowing you kisses, while our hearts are hurting trying to work out what is up and why you're sad. Thank you for being you. You are definitely my baby girl - focussing on the hard things, getting hurt and dwelling on it (just ask Nana about how I was as a kid). But I am so proud of you for powering through the performance, for giving it your best and for making it through. I hope you felt the love and support of your wonderful teachers and from us. We love you. Proud of you for making it through 2 years of preschool and can't wait to see how you're going to continue to grow in school next year and observe who your support network will be around you. Love you baby girl!