Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
to dance, to dream
Dance has always been a dream of mine, but unfortunately I was born with two left feet and a life of dancing was not in my future (other than dancing along with toddlers in the privacy of my living room with the curtains drawn).
When my oldest daughter started dance at 2 1/2, it was just another activity for her to join and try, along with gymnastics, swimming, soccer, and a multitude of other sports and activities over the years. She sure looked adorable in her tiny tutu too... and what mother doesn't love to dress their children up?
I definitely didn't foresee her acquiring a love for dance that matched my own appreciation of the art. But it happened, and for that I am truly grateful. What started as an activity meant to get her out of the house and interacting with other littles her age, has turned into attending a high school of the arts and majoring in dance, and a full line-up of dance classes outside of school hours as well.
This year has been a particularly important year for my beautiful dancer. At 15 years old, after suffering through a fractured ankle a few years ago, and dancing despite a fractured elbow this fall, she had the honor of meeting her ballet teacher at Movements (our local dance supply store) in October and purchasing her first pair of pointe shoes. While she was there trying on shoes I did have my camera with me, but there were people everywhere and I ended up with pictures for her scrapbook but nothing I was thrilled about to show off.
Until now.
I finally have a picture to commemorate her first pair of point shoes... shoes which are just a few months old but showing their wear already.
Someday when she is too old and frail to wear these beautiful symbols of dancers and dreamers, I hope she can get out her childhood photo albums to look back fondly at this picture and remember the hours and hours of work and dedication that has made her such a beautiful dancer.
I am so proud of all your hard work, my girl. I love you.
When my oldest daughter started dance at 2 1/2, it was just another activity for her to join and try, along with gymnastics, swimming, soccer, and a multitude of other sports and activities over the years. She sure looked adorable in her tiny tutu too... and what mother doesn't love to dress their children up?
I definitely didn't foresee her acquiring a love for dance that matched my own appreciation of the art. But it happened, and for that I am truly grateful. What started as an activity meant to get her out of the house and interacting with other littles her age, has turned into attending a high school of the arts and majoring in dance, and a full line-up of dance classes outside of school hours as well.
This year has been a particularly important year for my beautiful dancer. At 15 years old, after suffering through a fractured ankle a few years ago, and dancing despite a fractured elbow this fall, she had the honor of meeting her ballet teacher at Movements (our local dance supply store) in October and purchasing her first pair of pointe shoes. While she was there trying on shoes I did have my camera with me, but there were people everywhere and I ended up with pictures for her scrapbook but nothing I was thrilled about to show off.
Until now.
I finally have a picture to commemorate her first pair of point shoes... shoes which are just a few months old but showing their wear already.
Someday when she is too old and frail to wear these beautiful symbols of dancers and dreamers, I hope she can get out her childhood photo albums to look back fondly at this picture and remember the hours and hours of work and dedication that has made her such a beautiful dancer.
I am so proud of all your hard work, my girl. I love you.
Monday, February 25, 2013
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