“Take more chances. Dance more dances.”
We were recently invited to attend our granddaughter’s first dance recital. There were about 30 presentations on the program. Our granddaughter, Rose, was in two of them. Rose is six years old.
First, kudos to the dance company. The 10:00 program started exactly at 10:00. The many dance troups were lined up in the wings and there was less than 20 seconds at the end of each presentation before the next group was in place, the lights came back up, and the music began. It was a miracle of organization.
The first group consisted of 3 and 4 years old. Their tutus were as wide as their bodies were tall. Although there was an adult out there with them, doing the simple routine for them to follow, that didn’t seem to faze them. They smiled and hopped and skipped and kicked and fell over with happy enthusiasm. Loved it!
And although we were smitten with these wee ones, it was evident that Rose was the most amazing of all who performed. Rose obviously knew her routine. Rose was precise and certain with all her steps.
Rose post performance posing.
We have it on the authority of her mother that Rose practiced incessantly and would happily perform her routine for anyone willing to watch. Rose loves to dance. Her unwary parents thought they would introduce her to the piano. Rose showed no interest. Her brilliant parents enrolled her in tap and ballet for the summer in order to support what she loves to do.
When the stage was finally dark we gathered for food. Rose brought out her ukulele and softly sang a song she’d written. It was something about a bus. Rose also like to sing. Doing what you love to do. Thanks for the lesson, Rose.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.