For quite some time now Anna has had a dream of dancing on “pointy toe shoes”. I finally took her out of the laid back class she was in, taught by two darling teenage girls in their basement, and signed her up at a studio. She had to wear a certain color of leotard and had to have real ballet shoes and she was thrilled. I warned her that she wouldn’t be able to dance on pointy toe shoes until she was around 12, but that this would start her on the path.
The first day she waltzed right into class and did all sorts of graceful ballet things with a huge smile.
A couple of weeks later it was like pulling teeth to get her to go to class. I asked all kinds of questions, “Was someone mean to you in class? Did the teacher say something that made you feel dumb?” Nope turns out she thinks ballet is boring. I did a silent cheer in my head and then told her that he class was paid for and she had to keep going until after the performance. She accepted this with moderately good grace.
Last night she got to dance on a big stage for the first time, and it made all the boredom worth it. She was sparkly she was so excited.
I am way too cheap to buy dance pictures from the studio so she had a photo shoot with her Daddy right before the performance. We got there early so she posed some more for me. She did fantastic. After her dance all the Dad’s came up with flowers and brought them back to their seats. That may have been the best part in her mind.
I had promised her she could stay and watch the rest of the recital but figured the boys would probably want to leave. Max lasted about 5 minutes after Anna’s dance and then was done. But to my surprise Josh wanted to stay with us.
My original plan was to just pretend like it was over at the intermission and head home, but then I realized to my horror that there was no intermission in a 2 hour program!
Luckily, Josh was delightful. When the little girls came out, he would say how cute they were and laugh at their antics.
Every single dance he thought he saw someone he knew. “Mom I think that’s Aubree.”
“Nope Bud not Aubree she was in the last one.”
“No mom it is I’m sure.”
“Sorry, not her.”
“Oh, well I think that’s _____ a girl from my class.”… it never was, but he never gave up. We may need to take him in for an eye appointment
He sang the songs.
Complimented the dancers, “Look Mom she has the best smile.”
He was super excited when a song he was playing in violin came on.
Commented, “That’s creepy!” during a modern dance number, slightly louder than appropriate.
And did not stop talking the entire time… and I could not stop giggling at all his observations.
Meanwhile Anna sat quietly mesmerized.
“Hey bug, are you still done with ballet?” I asked.
She nodded. Whew another silent cheer.
Because to be honest – unless they are professional dancers or my children, watching dance is slightly torturous to me…. but anything for them.