I love having a girl. I can remember being a girly-girl to the core growing up. I loved Barbies, doing my hair, wearing dresses and skirts, and I wanted to be a dancer or a gymnast… Seeing my daughter love some of these same things warms my heart and makes me nostalgic.
I put Mia in her first dance class this last week, and I nearly melted when I finished dressing her in her tutu, tights, and ballet slippers. These are the moments that I want to remember forever; particularly the joy on her face when she saw that big empty dance room with mirrored walls where she could run and move to her heart’s content. My girl loves to dance.
I am truly seeing how grown up she is becoming lately (at the ripe ol’ age of 2 1/2), and when I see her enjoying herself and doing something new and exciting, it brings pure joy to my heart.
I want to give my little girl the world, and that starts with a silly little dance class.
