pointing to the degas reproduction of 'two dancers on the stage', in our house.
lady: mum, I wish I could be in that picture.
she kind of got her wish this week, she started ballet class. something she's been asking us to do for a year. at just three, she's now old enough to join the infants class.
she loved it so much and concentrated so hard. after one of the exercises which involved sort of skipping down the room and pointing her toes, I saw her do the turn at the end and let out a big breath. bless.
I also saw her do something funny. you know how there's those people who always look like they're smiling (and in fact she was like that as a baby), and then there's those people who pull all sorts of faces when they're talking or thinking? yeah, that's me. I think she's inherited it. or learned it. either way, it was very sweet and amusing to see.
basically my heart just turned to mush over this. but I'm not holding my breath just yet, her brother did one class and didn't go back again, then he started tap (also at three, or maybe four?) and quit just a few weeks into the term. so, we'll see how she goes.
what have they been saying at your place?