When it came to dance, my karate issues didn't apply - I wasn't nearly as worried about the expense and I'm already somewhat familiar having taken dance as a little girl myself. (I shocked Hallie right out of her mind when I told her I already knew how to do a plie in first position.) I procrastinated when it came to dance because I don't like the culture. I'm not necessarily referring to Dance Moms (have you seen that show?! Those are some crazy ladies. Thankfully the moms with whom I converse during Hallie's dance lessons are nothing like that), but to the focus on how you look and what you wear. The focus on costumes and make-up and hair and perfection.
But just like with Will and karate, when six months had passed and Hallie still asked daily about taking dance lessons, I signed her up. So far (we're only a month in) she loves it, and I've seen very little of the culture I feared. We've yet to experience a recital though, and I worry that when performances roll around, that focus on turning four-year-olds into teenagers will rear its ugly head.
In the meantime, however, I will enjoy watching my little "dancer girl" (she refuses to call dancers ballerinas) twirl and plie to her heart's content.
|Pretty dancer girl.|
|Lots of little dancer girls waiting for their lessons to start.|
|Walking with pointed toes?|
|Listening to instructions (Hallie's in the far row, second from the front).|
|My new motto.|