Travelingjenny

Last week, Tess had her first ballet "showcase." It was just like a regular class, except that visitors were invited to sit inside the ballet studio to observe. This was a big deal for the parents, because usually the doors are closed and we have no idea what goes on during class. (And, in case you were wondering, there are very few things cuter than ten 3-year olds standing at the barre, or doing curtsies.) But it was an even bigger deal for the kids, like our own little aspiring ballerina, who was beside herself with excitement. I know she loves ballet, but I couldn't figure out exactly why she was so very excited to have all of us there, watching her. And then I realized that this was Tess's first really special moment — the first time that she could show us something that belongs to only her. Ballet is her special time, and her special skill. She can spin, and leap, and pretend to be a butterfly — without a big sister, or a parent, telling her what to do. As I watched her, I was impressed by how serious she was. She paid close attention to Miss Juliette, and followed her instructions intently. She's proud of her ballet, and rightfully so. I'm proud of her, too.