Diva
While the theatrics and the tears are part of the reason I call Sabrina “Diva Girl,” they are not the only aspect of her personality that earned my daughter that particular nickname. The flip side of the theatrical meltdowns is her distinct dramatic flair, and while her mood is often stormy of late, the inherently gregarious, sunny disposition underneath is something to behold. It’s been dulled a bit recently by tweenish battles over homework, bedtimes, and use of the computer, but Diva Girl has an undeniable sparkle about her.
I got a welcome glimpse of that Diva Girl on Sunday when, as a celebration for their shared birthday, I took The Ladies to see Seussical.
Both of The Ladies love musicals–the costumes, the music, the dancing–the sheer spectacle of it all enthralls them: Chicago, Rent, Grease, and Bride and Prejudice are all in heavy rotation on our dvd and cd players, so when I saw that a local community theatre group was putting on Seussical this weekend, it seemed like the perfect outing.
Sitting in the darkened theatre, watching how enthralled Sabrina was, was everything I’d hoped it would be. The moment where she caused the entire audience to erupt in laughter, though, was something I never could have imagined. It was nothing short of magical.
Caught up in the play, Diva Girl blurted out the perfect closer to a line into a silent moment on stage. She didn’t shout it out to be disruptive or to seek attention; she was simply so delighted with the onstage shenanigans that she couldn’t couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. When the entire audience erupted into laughter around her, she thought she’d missed the joke; she didn’t realize that she herself was the joke.
I knew it though. And, sitting there, watching my Diva’s sparkle light up a darkened theatre, I glowed with maternal pride.