In a serious case of mis-casting, twins Tala and Lilia are both to be angels in the infants school nativity play. Their mother, Middle of the Darling Daughters, can’t believe that anyone saw her strong-willed, feisty,
rumbustious girls as angels.
I am inclined to agree though it’s not as bad, in my opinion, as Tom Cruise being cast as Lee Child’s Jack Reacher.
The Darling Daughter-in-Law did warn me about this before we settled down once upon a time to watch “Never Go Back” and she was right. Sorry, Tom..
least the Twins, unlike Tom, will look the part. Their mother never gave serious thought to running up a couple of angel costumes, with wings and haloes fashioned out of wire coat hangers, kitchen foil and tinsel - life, she admitted cheerfully, was
Just Too Short. She sent me on-line to check out the costumes she has bought and they are very beautiful. Tala and Lilia will look, well, angelic.
They will also
be extremely pleased to be angels. Don’t all the little girls want to be angels in the school nativity play? I dare say a whole heavenly host will take to the stage in a few weeks time. Their cousin, James, I remember well, was far less pleased by his
role in a school nativity play when he was about the Twins’ age - he was cast as an ox. “I didn’t really mind what part I had,” he told me, plaintively, “I just wanted to be a human...” It wasn’t a lot to ask, now
I wrote in a recent blog that I couldn’t actually remember my daughters being in a school nativity play. I felt extremely guilty about this, it seemed
a serious omission on the maternal front. The girls assured me that they couldn’t remember either, leading me to assume that perhaps they didn’t appear, either as angels or oxen or anything in between. Then, searching through the box of old photographs,
I came across a photo of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters seated among her school mates in a nativity tableau. The only trouble was, it was impossible to tell what part she was playing. It was easy to pick out the principals, plus the angels, the kings
and the shepherds. But what was my daughter, dressed in red, hair in pigtails, no head-dress, no crown and certainly no halo.
I sent the photo, via messenger,
to her and her siblings. Could anyone cast (if you’ll excuse the pun) any light on this puzzle. The subject of the query said she had no recollection of the occasion at all, reminding me that she has the very worst of memories. The Eldest of the Darling
Daughters suggested she might be a robin, which sounded highly unlikely although the red top might have been a clue.
I am thinking, maybe a Narrator? Or
perhaps one of the inn-keepers? She was quite shy as a littl’un, so would she have been happy to be centre stage, telling the story? On the other hand, she would never say “no” to anyone in need so could she have been the inn-keeper turning
away a family in need? We will never know...
The Twins’ nativity play will be a virtual one this year. The Middle of the Darling Daughters and her fella
won’t be able to sit in the front row, tissues at the ready, telling everybody in the row behind that those two particularly beguiling angels are “our girls.” Still, Mr B and I will be able to watch too and will be as proud as punch as they
flit around the stage, flapping their wings and trying to keep their haloes straight. At least until the end of the play.
Which all starts me thinking about the
angels I have met along the way. So many of them, especially in these more challenging years of my life. Always there, always with a ready hand stretched out to help, whether it’s wheeling our rubbish bins out on collection day, bringing in milk and
bread when we run out, making Mr B laugh with their tall tales, hundreds of little acts of kindness.
Such unlikely angels, not a pair of wings or a halo
among them. But definitely angels nevertheless.