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Dance is the hidden language of the soul
~Martha Graham
This time of year
when I hear lovely
bits and refrains of
the Nutcracker Ballet
I find myself wishing
that I could find an
adult ballet class
nearby and channel
my inner Sugar Plum
Fairy.
As a child I never had
ballet lessons or dipped
my toes into this
magical
world.
When I was grown
I asked my mom why
this was and she simply
replied, You didn't seem
like the ballet type.
{I guess she didn't see
my inner Sugar Plum trying
to burst forth!}
Naturally, when I had a
little girl of my own
I was determined that
she would have the lessons
that I did not.
So, at three and a half,
she donned her first
leotard and ballet shoes
and off we went to
dance school.
She enjoyed all of it ~
The camaraderie,
the giggles,
the music
the different positions,
steps and pirouettes...
The studio had a door
with a tiny window,
so the parents had to
take turns peeking in
to admire our budding
ballerinas.
They were so cute!
One day I received a
phone call from the
instructor. She said there
was a PROBLEM with
my daughter. Surprised,
I asked her to elaborate.
Apparently, my little
dancer liked to create
her own dance steps....
And the other girls liked
them, too....and followed
her lead, rather than
the teacher's.
She wasn't amused.
The teacher requested
permission to give my
wee one a time out
when this happened.
 |
could time herself out ~
We wouldn't be back.
What a kill-joy!
My girl did pick up
dancing, again, at the
end of kindergarten and
took lessons through
the third grade. She
eventually lost interest
when she discovered
horses.
{Darn it.}
A few years ago I was
taking a cycling class at
a nearby gym. One day
I entered the studio and
heard someone say
There's our ballerina, now.
Oooh...a ballerina?
I looked back at the
door to see if I
could catch a glimpse.
Laughing, my fellow
spinners shared their
secret: that was their
nickname for.....ME!
{Mom, I guess I am the
ballet type, after all.}
But I still need to find
that class.....
Did you take dance
lessons as a child?
Or, did you wish
that you had?
Grab a cup of tea
and let's talk; I'd
love to hear
your
story.
xx
Suzanne
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