Last night was Poppy’s first ballet class. Oh my sweetness, how am I already the mama of a wee ballerina? Is it really possible?
She was very excited, but I was a little hesitant to buy all the gear and committing to the full cost of classes before she even tried it so it was a bit of a trial. She has a tendency to be a little timid when trying new things (a bit like her mama). We dressed her rather creatively in some tights and a tutu, and Mike arranged to come home early to take care of the daycare kids and Silas so Poppy and I could fly off to our first dance date. Silas was heartbroken that he wasn’t going too; he wanted to be a purple ballerina after all. Poppy comforted him by telling him she had to go to work now.
We were so happy and grateful to see Kira and Fern already there and with an extra body suit for Poppy to wear. We quickly changed her into it and she excitedly followed her teacher and other girls in. When she realized I wasn’t going in with her she froze up a little so I sat beside her for the first few exercises and then slipped away. She kept checking to make sure I was still close by, but the feathers, pinwheels, and lily pads were all a little too fun to resist. Of course, when everyone was in a neat circle she was prancing around and grinning at herself in the wall of mirrors and when she was to be prancing around she would stand still or dart back to me. I had a feeling it would be a bit like this picture, and I wasn’t entirely wrong. I knew she was having fun and I had no expectations of her following all the directions, but I was a little worried the other parents would wonder whose child was running interference in the class and cringing when she would crash into the other girls. It was then that a more seasoned mom saw I was stressing and comforted me by saying “They told you this is to be expected right? It is totally normal”. I relaxed; I need to do that more when it comes to letting my kids be kids around other parents.
She wore her tutu to the grocery store and when we got home, Silas ran squealing down the driveway to greet us. Poppy exclaimed “Hi Silas! I’m a ballerina Silas!”. Silas has been proudly wearing an old tutu of Poppy’s with his green dinosaur tshirt ever since. We may just have two tiny dancers on our hands.
I couldn’t be happier and can hardly handle the cute of it all.
go gently + be wonderful