I can’t believe that we are five days into December and I
haven’t written a thing about the holidays.
We are still here I promise, being as merry as ever and enjoying as much
as we can of my favorite time of the year.
But as I am slowly finding out, this alleged ‘free-time’ I was supposed
to get with both kids in school is actually an urban legend. Because with school comes parent volunteering,
birthday parties, school special days, school holidays, school sick days, field
trips, and endless shopping trips to acquire gifts, donations and other
accessories needed for these activities.
I love all of it (not as much as I love the actual free time I sometimes get), but it’s left me with little
time and little energy to do one of the things I love the most—write. So, this nap time I am putting off the laundry
and Christmas card addressing to write a quick post all about my mature,
graceful and lady-like five-year-old daughter:
That’s my girl.
Frances’s dance studio had parent open house last night,
which is really just a fancy way of saying us nutty mothers were relieved from slyly
staring through the cracks in the doors and could come into the studio with our
cameras and our tears, so long as we didn’t bring any younger brothers in tow.
While George happily spent the afternoon with Gram-E, I
happily tagged along to see my favorite ballerina in action. And it was as cute as one would imagine a
room full of wiggly, leotard-clad five-year-olds would be.
I am still in awe and appreciation at how happy Frances is
to be in my presence. I’m sure there
will come a day when she is embarrassed to see me; but I’m soaking up that
proud smile for as long as I can.
We weren’t sitting at a great angle, but I still snapped as
many pictures as I tastefully could (about one per minute) while Frances and
her friends pliéd, arabesqued, and sashayed around the room. It was all I could do not to correct some of
her positions (*turn out that supporting leg, my love*), but I could not have
been more proud of her—she listened to every word the teacher said, followed instructions,
never talked or giggled (unless appropriate), and seemed to really enjoy moving
her little body. Which, in the end, is
all I could ask for.
Next stop? Her spring
dance concert to round out the series of mother/dancer pictures I have from 2011
and 2012.
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| 2011 |
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| 2012 |
Sigh.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
Gotta say, girlfriend has the natural poise and clean lines of her momma!
ReplyDeleteYou are TOO kind! I wish I had half the grace and beauty of my daughter, but that's how it should be, right? And her feet (and George's feet for that matter) are to die for. They both MISS their AUNT!!
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