Monday, October 18, 2010
CC Leaps for Ballet
As I've written before, there's something so special -- as a mother -- about taking your daughter to the ballet.
But there are few things more pleasantly heartbreaking than watching your daughter plié and jeté -- and love every minute of it.
That was the case on Friday, when her teacher invited parents to watch a performance at her preschool. Ian and I were near tears, as she twirled and bowed in her little pink tutu and ballet slippers.
What could possibly be cuter than this? Well, turns out there was something.
A couple of weeks ago, CC had overheard me say that when I was 3 years old, I had blown a raspberry at the audience during my first -- and only -- ballet performance. She'd thought that was funny and proceeded to blow raspberries for the next 5 minutes.
What had I done?! Did this mean she was going to re-create my onstage embarrassment? Was history going to repeat itself because I hadn't waited until she was safely out of earshot before I told that story?
Luckily for us, that wasn't the case.
When she saw Ian and me in the audience, she smiled. And instead of blowing raspberries, she blew kisses.
Like I said, heartbreaking -- but in a good way.