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.
For Christmas, my dad and step-mom gave Alma the ballet lessons and attire.
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.
She was definitely the youngest person in her class (she had to be 3 to be in the class, and had turned 3 five days previous), and I think most of the other kids had been taking lessons for a while.
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.
