Tying bows in the laces of my daughter's tap shoes--even if she does fuss about them being "perfect."
Watching her hug and kiss her best bud when she arrives at dance--it has just been three hours since they last saw each other, but you'd think it had been ages.
Knowing that my daughter, at four-years-old, can march right into her class without a single hesitation. She puts her bag away and finds her spot on the floor. She follows all of the teacher's instructions--well, at least when she isn't lost in a daydream and twirling about the floor. I should say she is capable of following all of the teacher's instructions. She points her toes, shuffles her feet, courtesies, arabesques, all of it.
She sometimes says she wants to be a ballerina when she grows up.
Does prima ballerina potential show up in a four-year-old????
Who knows? And WHO CARES?
I have a child who can do all of that! What a miracle.
What a joy.