I think about December and how among the many things and events that characterize this month, it is also the month of performances. We make it a priority to attend as many Christmas concerts and plays as we can, but I would have to say, there is this one small show that means the world to us. Although the studio doesn’t do a formal recital during the Holidays, as parents, we get to watch the dancers put on a Christmas dance (very low key) on a designated date.
Last year they did the Nutcracker. I got the perfect shot:
When she could barely talk she started calling it: “dreaming with my feet.” She has been dancing since she was 2 and giving us her share of joy ever since.
The road will go on and we shall continue to breath dance. And pray and hope that no one or anything takes that passion away from one of the most gifted dancers I have ever seen.
Today I cherish the memories of the last six years I’ve had with my daughter’s dancing. Teaching me all along that determination will take you places, that you teach them young and give it all you got, for no sacrifice is bad enough for the sake of a child’s future. And that for all of those (like me) who saw a dream vanish long ago, dance is still possible…anywhere… even in our heart.
She is my pride. I LOVE her without measures.