Entry FeedLast night was daughter's first ever dance concert. I would post pictures of how adorable she looked in her costume, except for some reason this is the week that my digital camera decided to quite. Yes, first ever dance recital, last lacrosse game and trophies, and no pictures!
Watching Daughter on the stage, I have to say that a star is born. Having watched her loathe and fail to participate in most of this year's dance classes, I expected her not to make it onto to the stage. Actually, surprisingly she made it onto the stage, and when the curtain went up to reveal the crowded, standing-room only audience, she didn't run to me in the wings (I was the parent volunteer for her group) nor freeze.
She shone! She smiled. She danced. She loved every minute of performing. And when her group was over, she joined the mosh pit of mini-dancers in front of the stage and kept bopping along with the performances right to the intermission.
I knew that she wouldn't last to the end of the concert, so we left. I hate doing that, because I know how hard everyone has prepared for the show, and I feel bad leaving when there are lots of parents whose kids still haven't performed who sat through my kid on stage. But she is only three, and I worried she would become disruptive.
Daughter has a wonderful bright glow about her; a sweetness that draws people to her. And though I admit to being a very biased mom, I actually think that she was one of the best in her group last night. I am not sure if she has the talent to be a dancer, but she definitely sparkled as a performer.
OK, I know. Now I am just bragging. If I can get a copy of the show, I can load it up and you can see that I am right.