One of those things that got me all happy when I dreamed about my future with a little girl was knowing that ballet classes would likely be in it.
I get it, that is so cliche. And you know I'm against broad stereotypes. Also, I am fully aware there are amazing boy/men ballerinas and dancers. Actually, I have a few friends who have put their boys in dance and hollerrrrrrr because I LOVE THAT.
BUT I'd be lying if I said I didn't smile from ear to ear when I thought of leotards and a high bun and pink ballet shoes. Of course, I was equally as excited when Emeline started soccer last Spring, too. I guess...it's just. The New Things. They get me all giddy.
See, I was super duper shy as a kid (don't laugh). I always had my thumb in my mouth and kinda hid behind everyone else. You couldn't get me to try these things. I didn't want to. I stayed inside my little comfort zone of little sister and being close to my momma, and I didn't do any of these things as a kid. I didn't play a single sport. I'm pretty sure I never attended a ballet class.
But I LOVE that my kid wants to do all these things. I love that she is legitimately excited, and has no fear (at this point) when it comes to new things (watch her cry tonight now that I'm saying this out loud on the Internet). It's FUN.
She wore her ballet slipper pajamas in anticipation for this day.
Her messy hair excitement this morning should give you a small glimpse of her sheer glee when it comes to trying new things.
I want to be like her.
I know that sounds dumb, but I want to have half the courage she does to walk into a new place and own it. To know that she has the same potential as anyone else. That new things are just new things and doesn't hurt to try is her motto. For being 3, she's brave. She's super duper brave and independent and while those characteristics have grown on me as I've aged and matured, I wish I possessed them more as a kid like she just naturally does.
It helps my mom heart a lot to have my firstborn be so fiercely independent. I can say that now with a few years under my belt. I may not be the mom who's got a leg clinger and a crier when I leave her presence---and sometimes, yea, it may suck a little when she waves all happily and basically forces me to leave, "YOU AND LUCY CAN GO NOW, MOM" at preschool. But, I know it's better that way, for us. For my heart. And ultimately she's just waiting to shine, independently, on her own, without being under the shadow of anyone else.
I guess that's a good thing.
So ballet, bring it. High buns and tights, here we go.
I hope my heart can take it. 'Cuz, wow.