With the end of term now truly in sight, school plays are pencilled into parent’s calendars up and down the country. Whether it be a Shakespearean epic or a home-penned pantomime, there is no denying the power of the school play. For the majority of parents (and grandparents), the school play is a time to smile with pride at our offspring as they perform in front of us. I have seen many a school play in my time, as both parent and teacher, and I think it’s fair to say that some have cetainly been better than others. But I love the fact that no matter what the quality of the production itself, the children are congratulated for their efforts and praised for having a go. After all, it’s not easy to get up in front of an audience. There are plenty of adults who shy away from public speaking, and yet we expect our children to sing, dance and act their hearts out.
I remember finding the whole experience rather harrowing as an awkward skinny kid with national health glasses. Having said that, I am glad that I was given the opportunity to take part. I do have a rather vivid memory of my mum telling one of my primary school teachers that angels could wear glasses (not in a hushed tone as I recall). Needless to say I was an angel that year, although I’m not sure how angelic I actually looked. The point is that all children should be part of this oral tradition of storytelling, even if they have two left feet, can’t hold a tune in a bucket or, in my case, have rather naff pink national health glasses!
Tonight myself and Mr Frog watched with pride as H gave it her all, taking on the role of the Queen in her Year 6 production. It was fantastic. Not because the script was outstanding, or the props realistic. There were no pyrotechnics going off or astounding special effects, but it was a play performed by a group of eager children who had a story to share. Three cheers for the tradition of the school play.