This past Saturday night, LB danced in her sixth dance recital. She was 5 the first time and I was just as nervous as she was.
Two years ago she danced a tap solo to Singing in the Rain. It was cute and she did great.
Last year, LB and her good friend LK did tap duet to Sea Cruise. They found out that it is harder to cover up mistakes when you are dancing with someone else. Still, it was a good learning experience for them and they had fun working together.
This year was different. From the first time we talked about it, she was determined that she wanted to do a ballet solo this year. One of her classmates had done a lyrical ballet solo last year and she really liked it, and then this year her class began working on their own lyrical ballet to Amazing Grace and she was even more sure that this was the kind of dance she wanted to do. So, when the time came, we talked to her dance teacher, Mrs. Gerry, and asked her to choose a good song for LB. She chose Love by Chris Tomlin. I had never heard the song, but it was a good choice.
I guess I am sharing all of this information with you because of what happened to me as I watched my baby girl dance on Saturday. Some of you probably already know that I am not given to tears. I don't think there is anything wrong with tears, they just don't come naturally to me (unless I am angry). So, I was surprised to find myself tearing up when LB danced her solo. She looked so beautiful and so confident as she waited for the music to start. I don't know what she was thinking about, but her poise astounded me.
My baby girl isn't a baby anymore, and yet even as I realized that she looked so grown up, she still looked like my little baby girl to me.
I knew that I wouldn't be able to find words to express how this moment touched my heart, but I also knew that I wanted to try. It is as if that tiny baby that I brought home 10 years ago is transforming right before my eyes. Each year, as I look back at the recital pictures from years past, I see the baby disappearing and a young woman struggling to find her way into the world. Just typing these words brings tears to my eyes again.
I don't want to rush the process that is taking place in my girl, but I don't want to spend too much time trying to hold on to the past either. I just want to enjoy this moment with my beautiful baby girl young lady, who will always be my baby girl.
Welcome to my little corner of the blogging world. Thanks for dropping by. I am a homeschooling mom of 3 great kids. They keep me busy and give me a clearer perspective on the things my parents experienced while raising my brothers and me. My husband and I have been married for almost 18 years. We enjoy spending our time together as a family and are seeking to serve God in any way He calls us. Right now, that includes homeschooling our children and, for Ronnie, serving as the bi-vocational minister of education and families at our church. I hope you find something that interests you here among my ramblings. And now that you are here, please leave a comment ~ they make me feel so special!
LB, our 15 year old daughter and our resident drama queen. She absolutely loves to perform. Her favorite role, so far, is probably Anne Shirley.
JW, our 13 year old son ... loves all things "boy" ... guns, camo, cars, etc. He is our family comedian and like his sister, enjoys performing ... he is also the most tender-hearted of my bunch and he loves to make people laugh! He definitely keeps things interesting.
D, our 9 yr old wild child! This kid is never still and never has been ... even before he was born. He is my best cuddler though and while he has always enjoyed his "baby brother" status, he is beginning to show his independence from the big kids.