I didn’t take dance classes as a child. As far as I’m aware, I never asked to. In fact, fully acknowledging my basic lack of coordination, dance was not for me.
My best friend at High School was a dancer though, and it always struck me as a wonderful thing, to have a hobby that became a passion, that ultimately became the basis of a career.
My little girl though? Well, she has had the soul of a performer since the day she was born and thinks nothing of putting on impromptu singing and dancing shows. Her interpretive dance moves are quite something to behold…
So, when one of the school mums suggested a ballet and tap class, that her daughter was already signed up for, I thought why not?
Cue a rather surreal first experience of a dance shop to buy the required ballet pumps and tap shoes, along with the leotard and tights (pink of course, despite my suggestions of other colours!); and we were ready for her first ballet class.
With one very excited little girl.
That first dance class was the most entertaining, surprising, wonderful, emotional experience. One of the sweetest things I have ever witnessed. These tiny girls, all dressed in their ballet outfits, tapping their toes and walking in time.
Watching themselves in the mirror.
Twirling and spinning and smiling.
And, listening to the teacher!
Regular readers will know that the wee girl can be challenging at times, she has a very strong personality and to date hasn’t done too well with structured classes.
Preferring to dance to her own tune :)
But, she listened, she followed instructions. She tried everything and she behaved beautifully.
Known for her extrovert nature, I think the other mums were expecting a little more entertainment from her. To be honest, so was I.
I was relieved and surprised and proud, in equal measure.
Who knows whether she will develop a love of dance and want to continue beyond this class; for now I am simply going to enjoy hearing her ask every morning is it dance class today?
And cherish watching her twirl and smile.