After much patient waiting (as just as much impatience) today finally arrived – Sophia’s first ballet lesson of the year. Throughout the entire holidays, I heard her plead for “Ballet today?” with big hopeful eyes, and had to try my best to make something else sound equally as thrilling. With varied success. So I’m sure I was just as excited as Sophia when I announced last night at bedtime that tomorrow we’d be going to ballet! The anticipation hung like a cloud around us all day. And then it was time to get ready. A new blue ballet uniform and Sophia was dazzled! I’m sure she checked herself in the mirror 100 times.
And what I wasn’t expecting was the swell of an almost tear as she walked into the studio alone. I sat with her for each lesson last year, but now she’s in the next class, and it’s my big confident girl dancing without Mummy right there. I couldn’t help but peek around the door now and then, just to catch a glimpse of my ballerina doing what she adores, and feeling like my half my heart was dancing in there with her. M x