I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tear up when the show started. Sure, it was emotional watching my little one dance in her first dance recital. But it also brought back the feeling that I always felt when I was performing on stage. Or even rehearsing before a show and practicing over, and over, and over again.
Dance is a feeling. A feeling that I first felt at the age of 6 and a feeling I still continue to feel today. I’ve been out of practice for a long, long time but if given the chance, I will take a dance class whenever possible. It’s definitely not like riding a bike as I learned at a hip-hop class a few months ago but it’s something that I miss dearly and am thankful played such a big part in my life.
And now that my little princess has started her own journey as a dancer, my heart could not be more full. I always said I would put my daughter in dance but of course, the decision would ultimately be hers. I would never force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
But she loves it; her teachers love her zest and desire to learn and it shows when she’s up on stage. At the age of 3, she already has such a big personality and stage presence. I know that she’s going to love it as much as I did and still do. And my mama heart is SO happy and so full.
To our little mouse, we are so proud of you! You’ve grown so much this year as a dancer and we know you were put on this Earth to SHINE. We will always be behind you, supporting you every step of the way and can’t wait to see what the future holds <3
