My Little Ballerina

Avery has been asking Shane and I for months to take ballet and I called yesterday to sign her up. Today was her first class even! We rushed out to Target last night to get her little outfit and she didn't stop talking about it for the last 24 hours.

When we walked into the studio my heart was racing. Was she really going to walk across that big room with all the mirrors and join the other 3 and 4 year olds? What if she forgot to ask to go to the bathroom, could she function without me by her side?

My little princess practically sprinted across the room to her teacher, Miss Vanessa and sat down with the other little ones. I literally could feel the tears welling up I was so proud of her. And so excited to see her doing something that she clearly "dreams" of doing. Isn't it every little girl's dream to wear ballet shoes and a pink tutu?

She seemed to listen very well to the teacher and even took lead a couple of times in their lines. And as the proud mother I am, she was one of the only ones that would hold first and second position for an extended period. Of course the whole time I'm smiling wondering if the Miralax would suddenly kick in and her tutu would turn brown. I must confess that I put a pantyliner in her leotard under her tights. Am I horrible? I just didn't want her to get made fun of on the first day of class. But she was great. She went potty right at their designated potty break and pranced around like she had been doing this for years.

I love that I have a husband who also believes that as parents we are to give them opportunities and see where it goes. I only paid a partial balance just in case she changes her mind, but she looked quite content and the happiest little girl. Which is great after all of the poop issues we've had. Are you allowed to write poop in a blog all about ballerinas?

Anyway, I digress...she loved it, I loved it, and I can't wait to get online and order her the "proper attire." She is suppose to be in a black leotard and real ballet shoes. I feel like I am 8 years old again dressing up my Barbies. This is way too much fun. I wonder if I will be this excited with Reece's activities, hmmmm.