Last week, when dance started for Lala (Summer Girl's nickname because of the way her little sister says her name... can I make a blog-name switch? Is that cool? Does anyone even read this? Probably not... I'm going with the switch since she's not just our summer girl anymore, she's our forever girl...) she was so excited to go. But as Lala's personality is, she was shy, nervous, and very "worried". Maybe she would get in trouble for not being perfect (on her first ever dance class)? Maybe she should know everything (that the other girls in her class had 2 years to learn)? Maybe she should (magically) know how to turn her legs and feet? Her effort was not there because she was just so "worried".
During the week, I made a poster for her with all of the ballet feet positions. She learned them all. On our way to dance, we talked about being "BIG". Big hands, big jumps, don't hold back because you're worried. Just do it! "But the other girls are looking at me." she said with tears in her eyes. "SO?" I replied? (Yeah, I'm very tender and mushy). "It is your second dance class ever. Last week, the girls were asking you if you liked it. They wanted to make sure you were happy. Would you judge someone on their second day of dance? Would you make fun of them? No? Ok, neither will they. And if they do? So what? You be the best YOU that you can be! You go out there and you try YOUR best! And you know what? Have fun too!" Off to dance we went. And she did 100% better!
On our drive home she said "Mom, you are right..." About what? "About everything. Who care if somebody looking at me! I don't have to be worried about dancing, I just have to try my best. It's just my second time dance class!" I should have recorded the part about me being right "about everything". I am sure I will need it when she figures out the rule about growing up- that kids know everything and that their parents know nothing...
Lala was squealing, so in love with dance. Which makes me squeal because my kiddo is happy.
She is starting private lessons next week once a week to help her catch up to her classmates. She will get all 3 sets of her shoes (that were back ordered through the studio, ugh). She told me yesterday "In Ukraine, I so wanted to go to dance class, but my director always forgetting and I don't get to go. My whole class at school, they go, but I don't get to go, and I so so so wanted to go. Thanks, Mom for bringing me to dancing class." Simple wishes of an 11 year old, and all is right in her world now.