Another “Aha ” Moment

A few weeks ago I was driving to work , listening to my favorite radio station interview a local dance teacher about Nutcracker rehearsals and tryouts for Snowflakes.  I have seen the Nutcracker once, and  fell  asleep during part of it- I blame my holiday diet of straight sugar starting Halloween and going to the first of January.   I do remember it was spectacular how graceful the dancers were and the girls enjoyed it .  Jesse was nine and McKenna was three and I was wanting a family holiday experience.  Topping the list though, is my long-held secret dream to be a ballerina.

As I whipped into the parking lot at work, I stayed to listen to the dance lady talk about the auditions .  She said,” bring your child down and they can try out, no dance background needed.”  I knew in my heart that God wanted me to sign McKenna up.  I was convinced that the universe had made me late this particular day so that  my child could be a Snowflake.  This was going to be a dream come true for both of us!  How fortunate am I?

Well. I called the ballet school and I asked about the lessons and the lady was very sweet.  One of the questions I didn’t ask ,was how much money?    Laugh with me,  I have seen all the Step Up movies and Dirty Dancing at least 100 times.  Nothing can stop a dream.

“How would you like to do ballet class and then be in a play, like your sister Jesse?” I asked my youngest daughter sweetly.  She shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly.  That being said, I immediately drove  to Walmart and bought her pink tights and a black leotard. “This is going to be so awesome!” I said with a big smile.

On the Saturday of tryouts,  we went to the ballet school.  It was a tiny studio and you could see all the older dancers, piroueetting in their pointe shoes.  “Oh!” I gasped and held the door for Jesse (still on crutches) and McKenna .  “See! See!”  I said all excited.  Jesse rolled her eyes.  McKenna looked at the other girls and at the older dancers, and she sat down.   The other parents and I filled out paperwork and fussed around.  My daughter didn’t have any ballet slippers, but another mom gave us a pair to try.  Mac listened to the dance teacher and did all the moves a little timidly but all the Snowflakes made the cut.  No one was in tears and it made me feel great that my daughter had an opportunity to dance with part of the Moscow Ballet and live out my dream at the same time. Thank you youngest child. I see discounted therapy in your future.

We are about six weeks into this and I am very nervous.  I think Mckenna may be anxious also.  They sent us the music for the Snowflake part and I am having trouble downloading it onto a CD.  It looks to me like most of the other girls have taken ballet lessons. (What a surprise!)  She has practice for a half-hour every Saturday and I have missed every home Grizzly football game this year (Les is not delighted) and the other moms’ run marathons, literally,( not just barely finish a 5K  and  celebrate at 5 guys).  I feel somewhat awkward.  The big show is  same time the Griz Bobcat game starts,  (Go figure?)  and McKenna told me this morning she wants to quit ballet.

It is Friday night and I watch my little snowflake sleep and I am thankful for this entire experience.  It has been eye-opening how quickly I projected something I didn’t even know about myself onto my child.   We have practice tomorrow and whatever happens after that,  we will roll with it.  At least, we have tickets to see the Nutcracker and hopefully my little gal will have a great time with as little trauma as possible.   I have learned a valuable lesson about myself in all of this, ( I am a flake)  but, I also know all the steps to the routine. Remember, nothing can stop a dream.

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