My last post was all about saving moola, and if you have a chance you should check it out :) With some of the money available from cut expenses, we signed Miss Kyn up for ballet and tap lessons. For all who know me, I know....my daughter is a girly girl who adores dance. It's crazy, but I honestly am loving it. I did my best to find a studio that was NOT Dance Mom-esque. Ugh. I don't want to mess with all that
We began a month ago, and Kyndall is really getting the hang of it. I knew from the first lesson we had likely found *her thing*, from the look on her face when the sweet teacher taught the first move. Are they called moves? Positions? Steps? I honestly would be a terrible Dance Mom. I'm ignorant about dance. But Kyndall....goodness. Her entire countenance just lights up at every practice, and with every step she learns.
Look at that form :) |
There are four girls in this tap class. The girl on the right and left of Kyndall immediately sat down, and Kyndall looked at each of them, slowly beginning to squat, when she realized the fourth girl was still standing. She straightened her knees, gave her mirror image a grin, and stood tall. About ten seconds later, the other standing deary sat down, too.
I realize I over analyze evvvvverything, but in this moment I thought about how telling her next action would be. My fears of her being a follower, being scared to stand up for herself, being concerned more about what others think than what she wants to do or knows is right, all began to bubble in my brain. She wanted to stand up. I knew that from the look she gave the mirror when she realized all the girls weren't sitting. But would she continue standing while the other girls were sitting?
My brain was heavy with thoughts, and my heart full of anxiety, over this tiny little matter.
Sit or stand?
She immediately noticed the last girl's decision to sit. The mirror allowed me to see her wheels turning as she contemplated what to do, until a resolution crossed her face in an all out smile. She squared her shoulders to the mirror, pulled the corners of her little skirt up in a semi-curtsy, and gleefully smiled, as she continued standing. Her teacher let out a little laugh saying, "You can sit down to listen to the music...(and Kyndall stood even more confidently)....or stand! Standing is great, too!"
My stander-upper |
I will keep praying my prayers over her, full of requests for all of these character traits. I will continue to pray for Kamryn to learn self control and when to sit, haha. I'll just never forget that image of all the other girls comfortably sitting, and Kyndall standing proud, and all alone.
My girlies.....Little sis doing whatever big sis does |