Yesterday was my Girl’s ballet recital. Now this is the little girl who wouldn’t go into class at the start of the term. The little girl who just two days before the show during a mini performance for the parents, ran into my lap and not only refused to dance, but cried when the teacher tried to take her back to the group.
I was terrified. I was sure she wouldn’t get up there and dance. I was positive that we had all bought tickets and a costume and spent hours looking forward to what would never happen.
The family, all six of us, made sure to sit where she wouldn’t see us after we dropped her with for the volunteers.
When her class was next I was shaking. I grabbed my camera and snaked closer to grab some shots, but the entire time I wasn’t sure there would be anything to take pictures of.
They started and she ran out third just as she was supposed to. You have no idea how proud I was of her at that moment. My camera was shaking the rest of her dance because I was so happy and excited. It’s ridiculous how happy and proud she made me by going out there and dancing with her class.
We ordered the DVD.