The first thing I pictured when I found out I was having a girl was taking her to her first dance lesson. I have been looking forward to this day my whole entire life. My little girl in her tights and leotard and tiny little ballet slippers. I was giddy with excitement.
We got to the lesson early in hopes of getting some pictures in. Thank goodness we did, because those 5 minutes of taking pictures were the happiest 5 minutes of the hour we were there.
Once the lesson started so did the crying, screaming and hitting. Yes, hitting. What is with the hitting? Brayden never hit. I try to ignore it. I calmly tell her no. I very uncalmly tell her no. I get why she does it. She’s frustrated. She hates not being able to verbally express her needs. She hates not being able to keep up with her big brother. But, OMG, I really hope this hitting phase is over soon. Because I’m done.
I don’t expect her to be a prima ballerina at two. And if she has my grace (which is very little) ballet will not be her forte. I just want her to have something of her own. We are always shuttling Brayden to his activities – school, swimming, soccer, art class. I want her to have that one thing for herself. That’s all about her. And she needs to learn how to listen to authority. Lord knows she doesn’t listen to me!
So, the first ballet lesson was nothing like I pictured it would be in my head. However, she did look super cute in her outfit and it made for a great photo op!