Again, the intention is not to compare but sometimes experiences redefine standards.
When Kidzee Sayajipura sent a notice about the annual concert, something inside me tightened.
It was a paid event.
No compulsion.
And the class teacher personally asked us if we wished to enroll her.
That itself felt different. Respectful. Thoughtful. A big tick.
Practice Without Pressure
The practice schedules were always within school hours. Only once was it on a Saturday — and we were informed well in advance.
Yet deep inside, I was frightened.
I was anxious.
I had bad dreams.
There were moments when I wanted to withdraw her from the program.
I wasn’t ready to face another technical failure.
I wasn’t ready to relive another invisible performance.
I wasn’t ready to fail her again.
Every day when I picked my daughter up from school, her class teacher would gently tell me,
“She danced well today,”
or
“She needs a little more practice.”
That communication meant everything.
The children did not miss academics. Practice was thoughtfully planned within school hours. I barely had to rearrange my work schedule. There was no chaos. No stress.
Just planning.
There was a small confusion regarding the costume, and her teacher patiently clarified everything. We were informed about what snacks would be given. We were allowed to send extra food if needed.
A Performance I Could Actually Enjoy
On the day of the event, we received clear instructions.
Parents were told not to send heavy jewellery that could hurt the children. Safety first.
The performance was beautiful.
We were seated comfortably. The management ensured every parent could enjoy the show. They assured us that photos and videos were being professionally captured — and from where I sat, I could take amazing pictures and videos myself.
Makeup was done by them.
She was given water.
She was given restroom breaks.
Her costume was changed after the performance.
Her jewellery was removed so she could be comfortable.
When I went to pick her up, she was calmly eating the apple I had packed for her.
Last year, she had gone without water for more than five hours.
This year, she was comfortable, fed, and cared for.
Isn’t that what any mother wants?
What surprised me even more — the event was held in an auditorium away from school. My daughter had forgotten her headband, and one bangle was missing.
The very next day, her teacher and the support staff returned everything — even the safety pins.
That level of care speaks volumes.
From Trauma to Trust
For the first time, I felt at peace during a school event.
When I returned home, I sent a heartfelt message to the teacher. I was happy. Truly content.
I know my daughter is naughty. She can be adamant.
But the teachers at Kidzee are patient. They communicate. They genuinely care about every single child.
As she learns, grows, and blossoms, I feel proud calling this her best school so far.
Thank you for healing a wound you did not create.
Thank you for giving me a memory I can proudly show her.
Now, I can show her Durga performance with pride. ❤️
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