Several months ago, Jenn came home and said I want to sign Grace up for a 2 year-old dance class at a local community center. It sounded like a decent idea and we were sure Grace would love it.
I realized then, that we are just starting to enter the era that is filled with the onslaught of kids activities and events.
And we say hello to the parental chauffeuring phase of our lives…
Jenn called me immediately after the first class and said, “I think this was one of the best days ever”. Jenn, not necessarily being an overly “girly” person, said the class was one of the cutest things she had ever seen.
Unfortunately, I would never get to experience an actual dance class because they were in the afternoon while I was at work, but Jenn would always fill me in with the stories from the day. As the classes went on, Jenn started becoming good friends with several of the other mothers.
And we say hello to your kid’s friends parents becoming your friends phase of our lives…
Finally it all led up to the big show.
Grace received her dance outfits a few weeks prior. She had practiced her routines and although she was the last girl in her class to master the summersault, she had now almost perfected it.
I was excited to get to see the show and witness all of Grace’s hard work. I was not as excited that her first dance was at the beginning of a 3.5 hour recital and her last one was 2nd to last of the 3.5 hour recital.
Oh well, this would be a treat and opportunity to cheer Grace on.
It was hysterical, awesome and fun all at the same time. Grace took a little bit of time to get warmed up on the big stage in front of audience, but as soon as she did, she decided a slow routine just wasn’t exciting enough for a big crowd. She rocked her summersault and learned one important thing…no matter what happens in the beginning, always finish strong.
And finish strong, our little dancing queen did!
You go, Grace! Misty Copeland is hearing the footsteps! (FWIW, guys, be sure to enjoy the “parental chauffeuring” phase. In retrospect, it holds some of my fondest memories of being a parent. The key phrase in that sentence, of course, is “in retrospect”!)