A few weeks ago, I was pleased to find out that Olivia had a part in the children's Christmas pageant at our church. Olivia, along with the rest of the preschoolers, was chosen to be an angel. No speaking parts to memorize or recite. No cues. No exits or entrances. Just sit on the stage and be cute. Surely, my two-year-old could handle this role.
Then at the last rehearsal before the big show, the chaplain's wife offered Olivia the role of a lifetime, the Star of Bethlehem.
It was an adorable gold star costume where only her face would show. She would be center stage after Jesus' birth. I was delighted. Olivia wasn't impressed.
After trying on the costume, she immediately took it off and said "no." Another girl quickly took the star costume and put it on. Olivia cried out "Olivia be starfish." It's too late, little girl. Ah, Olivia, this is a tough life lesson learned. You gave up the star costume. You've been demoted to the herd.
Next Olivia was offered the role of sheep. She put on the soft white costume and danced around. She sat on stage and petted the boy dressed as the camel next to her. I was excited for her to be a sheep.
Sunday morning we arrived ready for her sheep debut. As soon as we walked into the chapel Olivia screamed "No sheep!"
She refused to wear the costume, despite coaxing from Benny and I and peer pressure from the other children. Instead she sat in the pew and petted her costume laying on her lap while occasionally yelling "No sheep!"
In her first Christmas pageant, Olivia was not a sheep, angel or starfish. Instead she was a stubborn two-year-old who refused to follow directions. It was the perfect role for her.
1 comment:
HAHAHAHA!! Oh my. Poor Olivia. Maybe you should have put bows on the sheeps ears. I bet she would have wore it then :) Pull out the glitter!
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