Alma started ballet classes this past week. She loves dancing, and has been ready for ballet lessons for a long time now. I have to admit that I’ve been looking forward to this day for even longer. I started ballet when I was three years old, and loved it. I danced into high school, and a little bit in college.
On the day of her first class, I got Alma into her tights and leotard, gave her a bun, and watched her. She ran back to her room (pardon the mess), and just grinned at herself in the mirror. Yep, this girl is ready for ballet.
I could watch through a window into the studio, and Alma did a great job. She would look over at me and grin and wave. I loved it, and the little glimpse it gave me into a future of ballet recitals, tutus, ballet slippers.