Graysen's First Dance Class

Can it be true? Is it really time for my little girl to go to her first dance class?
This is something I've dreamed of almost my whole life. Silly, maybe, but if we're all honest we will admit that we've all pictured our little boys and girls doing something that we love as well.

Will she realize that I've left the room? Will she listen to Miss Megan? Will she understand what she's supposed to do? She's the youngest one in the room, will she be physically coordinated enough?

Will I still be standing here in awe of my precious daughter dancing 20 years from now? I wonder if this is what my mom was feeling when she watched me during my first class. Did she know that it would be a lifelong passion of mine? Did she know that someday she would come to watch week for her granddaughter?

Will she enjoy it? Will she want to come back next week?

All my fears were relieved 30 minutes later when she cried as I was trying to get her to leave the dance studio because class was over. She didn't want to leave. In fact, she didn't. She stayed the rest of the night with Mommy while I worked.

Graysen with Miss Megan after her first class at The Dance Studio

I got her a dance bag embordered with her name. Her very own tap and ballet shoes. They are the ones that I will save forever. Her very first pair. Her little black leotard and pink tights.

She has talked about Dance Class literally every day since then. She's only been to two classes and can't wait to go back on Monday. She shows me her favorite things from class every day. She loves the crab position, nose to toes stretching, turning with her arms in 5th position, plie', posse', jumping, and shuffle step.

This may be a fleeting interest, and I may end up at basketball games rather than dance recitals and competitions, but for now, I'm going to soak up the amazement that I feel while watching my beautiful ballerina.