Entry FeedHusband and I often comment on how feminine our little girl is compared to her big brothers. Where they seem big, beefy and strong, she seems petite and soft. Where they are loud and rough, she is gentle.
However, after her last dance class before Christmas mini-recital, I've realized that as soft and feminine as we consider her to be, there are loads of little princesses out there without big brothers who are even shocked by the rough-around-the-edges little princess of ours.
First, the teacher asked the students to all find their special spots on the floor. While all of the other girl dancers walked over, toes pointing, hands on hips, my daughter ran then slid on her knees to her spot.
Later, when doing their corner work, Daughter was the fastest across the floor, often running and sliding up to 6 feet. Note: the goal of corner work is not to be the fastest.
Finally, they finished up with a free dance exercise. The teacher played three different pieces of music, telling the dancers to be birds, cats and horses. Then she played music and they got to dance anyway they wanted. At the end they showed one another their steps, and the other dancers had to guess what each of them were. There were cats, butterflies, ballerinas, princess and figure skaters.
My daughter, whose dance consisted of sticking her arms straight out and running around the perimeter of the room as fast as she could, was an airplane.
There goes my shot at having a ballerina in the family.