My oldest daughter, Miss Piece’s, had her first dance recital Sunday. She joined the group late in January and is the youngest in the class; it is a 6&7 year old class and she’s only 5&1/2.
After trying soccer last fall I was nervous about how she would do on stage; if she would get nervous and freeze, or if she had grown beyond her nerves. When she started soccer it was half practice, half full game play, and she was overwhelmed and intimidated from the start. She ran around in the direction of the ball, but would freeze once it came close to her, letting the other kids kick it without even trying. It was heartbreaking to see her struggle with her confidence and ask to stop playing. I’ll add my husband and I love soccer! We both still play as adults on leagues weekly. Yes, maybe I wanted her to love the sport as well, but what I wanted most of all was for her to have the confidence and competitive spirit her father and I both share.
We discussed other activities and she said she wanted to try dance. We did a 2 week trial and luckily she LOVED it! She put on her tap shoes to “practice” for days after her first class. My heart melts thinking about her dancing around giggling and smiling ear to ear!
Sunday we rushed to get her dressed and makeup applied, gasp!! Remember I’m a soccer player, I love my makeup but at 5 years old, I didn’t like that part very much. Well, we got her dolled up and rushed there with the WHOLE family in tow. Not only did I have nerves about how Piece’s would do but I also had huge nerves wondering how her younger brother, Mr. Man (3 &1/2), and Miss T. (18 months), would do for 3 HOURS! So, I packed tons of snacks for the younger two and brought Miss T’s stroller, hoping and praying she would fall asleep for at least a little while being her nap time. I dropped Piece’s off with her dance group and kissed her good luck….leaving with a few tears welling in my eyes; my first layer of ears.
I met up with my husband and two younger children as my Mom and Grandma got there. I see them dressed nicely and realize in all my hustle and bustle I forgot to change out of my jeans and t-shirt. Mom brain at its finest! I worried about that for a little while, probably as a distraction just to stop worrying about everything else. So we sit and it starts! I relax briefly as dance number 9 is coming, her first dance of two.
I was impressed with how smoothly the show went rotating between dance, piano and voice performances. Mr. Man and Miss T were doing well, enjoying the performances clapping and being amazingly quiet. I was relieved and hoped it would continue. Than it came, 6&7 tap…..my heart pounding probably harder than my Miss Piece’s! The music started, she smiled and she started dancing!!! My second layer of tears well and dripping down my cheek as I feel pride for her bravery and joy from her smile; she was dancing and having fun…she was doing it!
Phew, so we had made it through the first performance; Miss Piece’s and her siblings holding it together. Now we just needed to make it past intermission and her second performance. Luckily, Miss T fell asleep in daddy’s arms for the remainder of the first half and Mr. Man, though a little squirmy, was enjoying the show and speaking quietly. I had prepared myself for a VERY stressful time with them and I was pleasantly surprised at their excellent behavior.
At intermission we took a break, went to the bathroom, changed Miss T and all had a snack. I sat there feeling relief that it was almost over. I hope I’m not alone with my feelings of excitement and relieve when it comes to my children’s activities. I love that they want to participate in activities, I loved doing so as a child, but everything that goes into it and the busy schedules, it’s exhausting sometimes and I’ve been ready for the lazy days of summer to come.
We returned to the auditorium and Mr. Man started asking when he was going to see Piece’s again. He told me he was still hungry and thirsty and no food was allowed so I hoped he would just make it through her final dance. He surprised me again by sitting still, whispering with questions and quieting when I told him it’s polite to be quiet during performances. Piece’s came out to do her final number, 6/7 Ballet. Miss T. and Mr. Man smiled and clapped and yelled, “Good job Pieces!” My final layer of tears well and roll down my cheeks. I felt relief that Pieces did it, our younger two were complete rock stars; I thought to myself that we must be doing something right! They were all growing and thriving. Sure maybe I wore jeans and a t-shirt but did it matter? No! Everything that mattered was beyond great and as close to perfect as you could get!
Until next time… Thea
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