Excuse me while I compose myself, because I’m sobbing like a baby. Well, not like a baby. I am sobbing like a mom. And you know what that looks like. It’s eyes filled to the brim while I gaze upon my little girl who is growing right before my eyes. I am smiling and crying at the same time. I am looking at this little four year-old but simultaneously seeing the little baby I used to hold in my arms and a young lady stepping further into independence.
Emma started ballet today. We have been talking about getting her into ballet since she was two. She has always enjoyed dancing and twirling. I could tell that she wanted to dance before she even formed complete sentences. It was important to me that this be her choice. I did not want to project some ideal of my own for wanting a little ballerina in the family. I waited until she kept asking and seemed serious about starting something she could claim as her own.
There is a local ballet academy that is considered to be more serious and structured in which I thought Emma would thrive and enjoy. And today, she started her first pre-ballet class and I am beaming with joy and pride and mom-sized emotions.
We purchased her little ballet outfit and shoes and at once, she seemed to light up with energy. Parents are not allowed to view the entire class but there is a tiny peep hole for parents. When I looked inside, she was completely in her element. I am in awe by her grace already. But more than that, she looked completely comfortable in her own skin.
Upon leaving the studio, she was buzzing with excitement. She skipped and twirled to the car and requested classical music for the ride.
I am so in awe by this beautiful young lady. She is the most empathetic and caring person I know. I am grateful that we are able to give her this experience. Now, I’m going to go sob into her baby photos.