We finally made it to the ballet recital! Whew! What began as excitement way back yonder in September turned into a sometimes hysterical uber-reluctance to practice dance. My theory is that Susanna just couldn’t embrace the restraints that the discipline of ballet demands. No talking? No shouting? No running around, doing whatever one wants to do? Oh, and she really struggled to wear the same leotard, tights, and ballet bun every single week. I think ballet just cramped her style a bit too much.
I have to admit that I was more than a little bit disappointed that she didn’t love, love, love ballet. I danced (ballet, tap, pointe, jazz, acrobatics) for 14 years. I wanted Susanna to love it, too.
I got my day, though. All of MY dreams came true as I dressed and made up my little ballerina. When I was pregnant with Susanna, I remember commenting that I wanted a little girl so that I could fix her hair.
Dance recital day lived up to all my expectations and then some.
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