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.