This little girl lived one of her Momma's dreams from about 3 years ago when I knew I was having a girl- she wore a delicate pink leotard, tutu, tights and ballet slippers for her first dance class.
When I put her tights on her, she kept rubbing her legs. The whole ensemble... you could tell she felt pretty. She just lit up with excitement. I had hoped that would carry her into a new experience and she'd blend right into her first dance class. Not so much!
I have been assured her behavior was normal and I don't need to reevaluate our participation. She was unsure of herself and her place in the class. She was sad faced and biting on her hand most of the time, a nervous habit she has. When she saw me in the window watching, she would smile and blow me kisses. They did a little tap, a little ballet, and a little gymnastics.
She didn't really do any of it. She sat in the Assistant Teacher's lap for most of class. But, when I asked her about it, she was excited, said she danced and she wants to go back. I can be shy in big groups and often seek out my close friends while hesitating to meet new people. Marcus doesn't like change and prefers consistency. I think she has a little of those traits and we are continually working to lovingly push her into new situations to keep her growing.
I'm certain she'll do better next week and likely be comfortable by week 3. I'll keep you posted!
1 comment:
I think she will be fine. It's a good experience for her! I love the pic of the 2 of u.
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