This week was her last ballet for two year old's class. We originally put her in one session to see if she’d enjoy it – and she took it up with enthusiasm, even when she was a tiny two her year old and the youngest back in January, she was leading the class and paying attention, a skill she couldn’t quite muster at soccer, swimming or gymnastics. She’s continued to dance all year, and each Tuesday wakes up excited that it’s time for ballet. If for some reason there isn’t a class, the news is met with tears and disappointment, then she starts her own class downstairs with her teddy. Speaking of Teddy, he also attends ballet class with Mini, which is why I was thrilled when I found Mini’s ballerina Christmas ornament.
When ballet starts up in January, she’ll be moving into the three to five class…. without mom watching. I’m sure she’ll be fine… I, however, may need some tissues. Her teacher, this awesome Russian ballerina, assures me she’ll be amazing, has all the skills and will excel in this class as well.
Whether she wants to dance in the future or not, will be up to her. But I remember all the life lessons, friends made and good times had at dance. The grace, poise, patience, confidence, athletic ability and determination it took every week set me up for success when I turned my attention to sports (much to Mom’s chagrin – sorry mom, I get it now, thanks for supporting me anyways).
My little ballerina is almost three…. Stay tuned for more mush as that milestone approaches.