Our little girl started dance last night. Her cute little bun, tutu, leotard and feet tucked into ballet slippers (and later tap shoes) make her look more grown up than ever. But I am noticing that more and more lately- that she is growing up!
We went last week to try on ballet and tap shoes, and although she begged me to let her wear them around the house, aside from trying them on for Daddy, they’ve sat in their boxes, awaiting their dance debut (the first class).
After school, we got dressed in excited (and very rushed!) anticipation and I reminded her that this is her special night! Both Daddy and I were there to watch, but we are hoping after this baby arrives, dance class will be her special night out with either one of us, while the other stays home with baby.
My husband and I were those parents, each armed with a camera, him taking photos and me taking videos, not wanting to miss a single moment, craning our necks for a view to watch her every move. The shyness when she saw us peeking at her through the viewing window, realizing she could see her reflection in the mirror and recognizing a friend from school was sweet to watch.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her, intent on following the teacher’s lead as she realized that she too could stretch and bend and turn. I noticed her awareness of self, a confidence slowly creeping out as she tried something new.
I always wanted to be in dance as a little girl. And I hope my little girl loves it as we do not believe in forcing things upon our children that they do not want to do. And although we dance and sing at home, that is different. But so far, I think she likes it…
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