Note to Self: My child is not me!
As I was driving my 3-year-old daughter to dance class, it suddenly dawned on me that I could be doing this for years to come. True, she’s only three and she may not want to have anything to do with dance five minutes from now, but at present, she loves it! She dances throughout the house in her ballet slippers. She requests music, and at the end of each song she takes a bow before an imaginary audience with the biggest smile on her face. It’s adorable! I think to myself….this is MY child? I took ballet at the age of 5 and I think I only lasted a month. In college I had to take it as a theatre major and I was literally the class clown!
I grew up playing soccer and fell more into the role of the tomboy as a little girl…going to the creek with the neighborhood boys…shooting the basketball in the cul-de-sac (not that I was any good! What can I say? I’m short!…okay, and a bit uncoordinated.) Anyway, I just had never really thought that I might have a dancer for a daughter.
It was quite the eye-opening moment for me when I realized that my child is her own person…with her own talents and interests. They could be either similar or possibly the polar opposite to my own. And either way?…its okay!
I look forward to watching as she and her sister discover who they are, what they love, and what they don’t. And, whether its a dance recital, a soccer game, piano solo or chess match, their dad and I will be there…camera in hand, slightly teary-eyed, and grinning from ear to ear. And they can be confident…we’re their biggest fans!