An Extreme Case of Butterflys

After our Christmas Eve lunch, we attended Christmas Eve mass, which started at 430 pm. We had to be there at 330 pm, because our 10 year old daughter is in the children's choir, and it was their turn to sing. Plus, for the Christmas eve mass, you have to get there early if you want a seat. And, as an added bonus, our daughter was to be the cantor for this mass. A cantor is the person who leads the congregation in the responsorial psalms, and also also sings the verses solo. I was literally scared to death for our daughter, fearing that she'd choke under the pressure. She has before, and I didn't want it to happen again. She received the song about two weeks ago, but didn't spend a lot of time practicing. She knew the song well enough, but I didn't think she was practicing as much as she should have been. Right before she was scheduled for her solo debut, I literally thought I was going to throw up, I was that nervous. Wow. I haven't felt that way in a long time. Our daughter took the podium, looked at the 750 member congregation, and got this very nervous look on her face. I thought that was it, that she'd step down, but she completely surprised me. She adjusted the microphone, waited for the intro notes, and blasted out the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. She nailed it. She did awesome, and I couldn't have been more proud! This was going to be her make or break moment. I'm glad she was able to prove me wrong, and so happy for her that she was able to overcome her fear and make a great impression. Many friends came up to her after the service and congratulated her. We were all impressed and I think she was really excited at doing such a great job!