My Meme has been dancing since she learnt to walk, she loves it, and whilst she loves having a good boogie at a party, it’s really all about ballet. She is a typical girly girl, all pinks and tutus and I often find her spinning and floating around the house.
She started a pre school ballet class on a Saturday morning which she really enjoyed (me not so much – it started at 9am). I actually remember the first time she went, she was only 3 and parents weren’t allowed in the room to watch so she had to go in alone. There were lots of other girls starting who were crying and clinging to their Mums but not my girl, she walked in without a backwards glance – I was so proud of her. It was a natural progression when she moved into primary school that she moved to a bigger class. This transition didn’t go quite as smoothly as I thought it would. The new class was full of her new school friends and I thought she would love it. She didn’t – the uniform she had to wear was black and she just didn’t like it so we had to find her a new class (seriously that girl knows her own mind!).
We found a new local class (where she can wear her pink leotard) and she hasn’t looked back – she would go every day if she could. She was in a dance show at the weekend which she loved and I felt so proud of her, watching her do what she feels passionate about – I don’t have many picture of her in her ballet uniform which is something I need to change as I want to remember every single moment of my girls first love.
The picture below was taken at her last day of pre school almost a year ago and, whilst its not the best quality, I love it. I am going to ask her the very same question at the end of her first year in school and I’m pretty sure it will be the same answer…
My tiny dancer.
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