I’ve always loved theater, and I think it takes a lot of confidence to walk up on stage and sing or act.
To reach to the point where they can act, sing, and dance on stage with ease, adults must practice and train for years.
The child performer you are going to witness is a 3-year-old boy, who is arguably the youngest I have ever witnessed playing the National Anthem. He is not an adult.
He is winning so many hearts with his talent that the video of him singing has already garnered nearly half a million views.
Drake Winslow, age three, is the youngest individual to have ever sung the National Anthem during a Syracuse, New York, School Day game.
This self-assured young performer gave a faultless performance of the song in front of 6,000 spectators.
There was a standing ovation for his outstanding performance.
Drake’s mother, Chelsea, stood behind him throughout his performance and remarked, “I just think he’s too little to realize how big of a deal it is.”
We simply try not to bring it up too often and to be composed for him. He isn’t asked if he feels anxious. Perhaps he won’t consider that after that. He doesn’t truly understand what nervousness is yet.
His mother reports that although her lovely boy enjoys singing in the house, the Star Spangled Banner has always been his favorite tune.
Tip Hero said that he is now eager to sing it once more.
Watch the video below to see Drake’s excellent performance.
What a charming little guy he is. Since it brings so much joy to so many, I hope he keeps doing what he loves.
I Found Out My Daughter-in-Law Uses Trips to My House as a Punishment — So I Came Up with a Smart Strategy
Upon learning that her daughter-in-law sends her grandchildren to her as a form of discipline, Gina feels both upset and determined. Instead of reacting angrily, she makes sure her home is a safe haven for her grandchildren. Eventually, she decides to teach her daughter-in-law an unforgettable lesson.
“We are only here because you ate that candy that Mom was saving for Dad, Jacob. Mom told you not to!” I overheard my grandson, Thomas, telling his younger brother.
I paused in the kitchen, torn between the fridge and the counter, straining to catch more of their conversation. My heart sank, dreading that I had heard Thomas correctly, as it could mean my grandchildren weren’t genuinely eager to visit me.
I walked towards them slowly, trying to act casual.
“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” I asked.
Thomas looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Uh, nothing, Grandma,” he said quickly.
No, really, it’s okay,” I gently insisted, kneeling down to their level. “You can tell me anything.”
Thomas glanced at Jacob, who nervously bit his lip while gripping his toy.
“Well, every time we do something naughty, or we ask for things we shouldn’t…” Thomas hesitated.
“Yes, go on,” I encouraged gently.
“Mom says that she’ll send us to ‘that witch’s house.’”
“That witch?” I repeated, stunned.
Amanda, my daughter-in-law, had always been somewhat cold to me, but telling the kids such stories? It was heartbreaking. I had always tried to create a welcoming and safe space for my grandchildren.
But this?
Realizing Amanda was turning them against me was more than I could bear. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice, wondering what my grandchildren truly thought of me.
“Oh, honey,” I said. “I never wanted you to think of my home as a punishment. If you don’t want to come here, you don’t have to.”
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