Little Ballerina

Today Molly went to her first dance class. I had selfishly hoped to hold off one more year before putting her in class - we are already frequenting the dance studio enough with the other two. But about two weeks ago Jocelyn had a parent observation class, and ever since then Molly has been asking, begging, downright pleading to have a class of her own. My other big issue has been logistical: Molly's class starts at the same time Ava gets dismissed from school. But I finally decided to put all the excuses to the side and work it out so Molly could see if this dance thing was really for her.

She could not have BEEN more excited. I waited until after she woke up from her nap to tell her. The second her little leotard and skirt were on she was twirling all around the house. She had to pick out just the right bag to carry her ballet shoes in. When we arrived at the studio she ran straight to the back hallway so she would be ready to go into class. I couldn't help but smile the entire time. I looked at the expression of pure rapture on her face and knew all the carpools and coordinating would be worth it. Finally Molly could share in this special activity her big sisters have loved for years. We definitely have ourselves a family of dancers, and they are all beautiful, inside and out.