Year-end Kindy concert

It’s barely November and I’m awash with the end-of-the-year feeling.

Guess it started early, since K’s K2 formal graduation concert (at an external venue, with mortar board and all) was in mid-Oct, and shopping centres have started putting up their christmas frills (already!). Some days of rainy cool weather also shout “year end!”, and choir practices for our 4 songs to be presented on Christmas day have begun in earnest.

The girls also had their Open House concert recently, a week before the last day of school.  Kindy has almost come to an end for my firstborn! Arhhhhhh! *cry of loss*

How quickly the years march by.

As with every kindy concert, parents feel their hearts swell with pride as they watch their little kids prance around, displaying the prowess they have acquired in dance and song.  Every parent beams widely.  Their kids are soooooo cute, aren’t they?  Well, I guess the kids could be standing there not quite dancing and every parent would still feel totally entertained. 

It’s not so much what they are performing, but the fact that it’s your kid up there performing. Can’t quite help feeling proud of your very own mini-me.

The N1s were adorable, and B was placed right in front cos she did such a commendable job boogie-ing.  She was totally in her element, and looked like she enjoyed every minute of singing and dancing.

Her boy partner (who was the best boy boogie-er) developed sudden stage fright though, and froze throughout the song, poor chap. B tried to nudge him along when they had to lock arms and dance, but the little chap just wouldn’t budge.  He finally defrosted towards the end of the second item, and by the time they reached the grand finale mass dance, he was dancing happily. 🙂

I’ve watched the same in-house year end concert for four years in a row now, and it is indeed interesting to recall past performances, and how K’s class has grown and developed. We’ve known almost all her classmates for about four years now, and can call them by name.

This year, the K2s put up items galore.  Apart from their elaborate graduation concert dance, featuring bomber jackets and poodle skirts popular in the sixties, they performed a chinese recital, a chinese dance to the song 捕鱼歌 (which brought back many memories because it was the song I performed to, many moons ago in my kindergarten concert!), a ‘musical’ loosely based on Frozen, which incorporated two of its songs, as well as a skit on “The Boy who cried Wolf”.  The K2s also took turns to introduce all the items by the N1s to K1s, and did a great job as MCs.

They must have spent so many hours preparing for all these items! I guess they are more than well prepared for primary 1, since all of them can read and write admirably.  So there must have been loads of time to spare in practicing all this.

K had a part that required her to fall down in a dead faint. It was so spontaneous that the entire audience cracked up. She was so into her role that she didn’t even budge when her friend asked her to roll over so that they could release the microphone wire that was trapped under her supine body.

We ended the concert by mass dancing together with the children, which was fun.  Then we took photos with their teachers and principal, all of whom we warmly respect for all the love and care that they shower on the children.

Kindergarten days are so idyllic and filled with carefree fun. They grow so much, from a toddling N1 in diapers, to articulate K2s who are adept at reading and writing. 

So many emotions raced through our hearts when we watched the video montage at graduation, a collation of the kids’ photos throughout the past 4 years. This may be the end of the year, but it is just the beginning of another new exciting journey, for the graduating class.

And as parents, what we do is pray, for wisdom as we journey alongside them.  That they may also find bosom buddies, kindred spirits that they can count on, and teachers who steadfastly hold true to their calling, and who will inspire them, not just to learn, but to grow in the knowledge of what truly matters.