So much going on....so much to talk about...but, for today, I'm gonna break proud mommy and talk about Recital Day for our little love. I had been getting the feeling that my little love was over dance and wouldn't do it again next season. What made me think this? Well...quite possibly the couple of meltdowns and "I'm sleepys" and the point blank statement of "I want to take Karate and not dance anymore". So, I don't wanna be one of those Mommies that makes her kid do something just because I want to live vicariously through her...so, I'm like "whatever".
Friday was Rehearsal Day - which was a finely oiled machine, I might add, but I dressed W up in full outfit and full hair and traipsed her down to practice. She knew she was cute in her outfit and was pumped up. The full level of pumped-ness came when she saw the disco ball, the changing color lights, and the stage. She said, "am I gonna get up there??". Not knowing if this was about to lead to full blown freak out mode, or a good thing, I hesitantly said, "yeah". She lit up like the disco ball and said "Yay!". She got up there and danced like never before. It was really cool to watch her and how comfortable she was on the stage! And...I did what any normal pregnant and proud Mom would do....I cried!!! When I picked her up in the after dance room - she was rarin' to go again and asking when she could get on stage again. Ha ha! We watched some other bigger kids dance for a bit & she kept talking about when SHE was up there and the lights and the disco ball.
Saturday was the big day - she was dolled up again - this time including blush and a tiny sweep of shimmery eyeshadow. She was the center of attention amongst our extended family for sure! This was her day....and she knew it!!! She kept being bouncy and proud of herself. She waited patiently for her turn to dance - she asked several times - "when will it be my turn?". When it was her turn, she was so excited that when her back was turned to the audience, I saw her do a little clap of excitement before she danced. She danced her very best, she sang, she smiled, she was wonderful. Every tiny step was so special to me - I had seen the dance a trillion times as I took her every single Tuesday and sat in the wings waiting on her finish practice. I felt it. The unmistakable pride of a parent. What did I do? Of course...I cried! Ha. My own parents were there to see her dance and I had to give them a "thank you"....for all of the times they watched me cheer, tumble, sing, dance. I can only hope that they felt the same sense of pride.
The biggest pride came when we went to retrieve our Broadway Banana and she got a big bouquet of roses from her Daddy...and from her Poppy and Lovie....the look on her face when she saw how proud we were and how all of her grandparents had come to see HER dance on HER special day with HER curly hair and HER tutu and HER blush - and, of course, a late lunch at HER favorite place. She danced all night after she got home - she felt like a million bucks. She went to bed with a big smile on her face - and so did her Mommy.
As we were leaving....she said that she wanted to dance again next year. I said, "well, that means no karate - is that okay?" She said yes and I asked her if she wanted me to sign her up now. The answer was a resounding yes.....so, we are gonna do it all again next year - and we all couldn't be any more excited!!!!
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