For every parent who’s sat through too many school concerts, read about performance anxiety in Opinion Journal.
When my children were in pre-school, even kindergarten and first grade, I was still in the first glorious blush of motherhood. Thus, when parents were invited to witness movement class with Miss Elizabeth or singing class with Miss Nancy, I was there–in the front row. So what if my son, Matthew, couldn’t skip to his Lou? So what if Karen’s singing had only one thing to recommend it: near inaudibility? The kids were thrilled to be in the spotlight and thrilled that their parents were there to watch them bathe in its glow. But you can lose your virginity only once. OK, maybe three times. There came a day when I could barely stand to look at the listings in the school calendar. Talk about performance anxiety.
I cherish my memories of the musical of “Peter Rabbit” when my daughter was in fifth grade. She played Mrs. Rabbit. And I try to cope my inability to forget the band concert scheduled six weeks after the fourth and fifth graders got their instruments.