Having just returned home from Olivia's first dance recital (in case you missed the nightly news...it was legendary), I can't help but remember attending my own first dance recital as an adult, where my three year old niece Abigail was a star performer.
My brother was stationed in Yuma at the time, and I headed out west to visit the family and catch the Arizona installment of The Nutcracker Suite. As a three year old, Abigail player the all important fairy (sprite? firefly? I can't remember) and she was the most adorable little ballerina.
When Prince Charming came out, all the little girls started tripping over themselves in awe before pretending to fall asleep in little clusters around the stage. It was easy to spy Abigail who, despite demonstrating the illusion of sleep, couldn't quiet the little flutter of her all too excited feet.
It was a fabulous performance, which ended with my sister-in-law standing and cheering "Brava, Brava!" while her doting dad, my brother Paul, rewarded her with a bouquet of flowers at the end.
Until that moment, I had always envisioned myself as a mother of boys.
This is Day 129.
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She was a ladybug in Sleepin Beauty...I was so proud as she sashayed (spelling?) in a circle with the other little 3 and 4 yr olds. How is she now almost 14????
Katy danced a tap routine for her first recital, so it was very upbeat, but when she was a Little Angel in her first Nutcracker six months later, I cried like a baby the whole time she was on stage. That particular piece of music is still my favorite in the Nutcracker, and I'll never forget the whole audience heartily cheering for those littlest dancers. Julie, I'll bet it never gets old, does it?
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