When mommy first took me to dance class, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. The truth is, I don't really need a class to teach me what is in my heart. I love to dance.
My first day of dance class, I just hovered near mommy. The truth is, I just didn't want to show off in front of the other kids. They all had dance skirts and I hadn't gotten mine yet, so I thought I'd wait until the whole package was complete. Now that I have my skirt, I have left mommy's side and I have found this wall. It is a step in the right direction. I like to start most things like this: my mommy says I am an observer. I like to get a good look at any situation before I jump in and completely take over -which is exactly what will happen once I warm up to this dance class thing.
It wasn't too long before some of my friends found my wall. I'm not always the best at sharing, but it is hard for my friend to be away from her mom too, so it is ok if she stands against my wall.
Dance class is funny. The teacher seems to not know anyone's name, it seems like she calls everyone Abby - which is my name - so I let her know that my name is Abby Jane. Yesterday, during our water break, my teacher turned on my favorite movie in the lobby, and while everyone sat to change from ballet slippers to tap shoes, I stood in the middle of the lobby, eyes glued to the TV and I sang the last verse of Love is an Open Door loud enough to make my daddy proud...all the other moms were very impressed.
I think this dancing thing is going to work out.
I have friends at the class, they play the frozen song every time I'm there, and it makes my mommy so happy when I dance, that how could I deny her this pleasure - after all she is my whole world.
The truth is, as much as I love dressing up in my dance outfit, and twirling in front of the mirror, as much as I love to see the smile on my mommy's face and the pride on my dad, and as much as I love the music that prances in my heart before, during and after the class, there is one reason that stands out above all others that makes this studio so special. It must be the reason that every balarina struggles through the difficult times, the hours of labor, sweat and toil. It turns out that if you work hard, listen to your teacher and learn to dance, at the end of each workout, you get a blue lollypop that your mommy will let you carry around until bed time.
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