My Little Dancer

Watching Madeline dance in her recital was one of my favorite moments as a mom.  Maybe because I loved dancing so much.  Maybe because the way she moved and grooved in tap was just so darling.  Or maybe it's because her ballet number was so sweet.  Or it could be that I am just so in love with my daughter.  But whatever the reason, it made my top favorites list of motherhood moments.

 Her two best friends danced with her.

 We (the moms) covered them in glitter and they were so excited!  How could you not be when you're wearing a fancy sparkly costume, with makeup and an audience clapping for you while the lights shine on you as you dance?!?  Madeline was really good too.  She knew her steps and did them with emotion and enthusiasm.  It seriously took my breath away with cuteness.  I hope if you're reading this you've had an experience such as this, because everyone needs a moment at least once in a while that takes their breath away with cuteness.  It's a recipe for happiness.

 Madeline was so overcome with excitement and pleasure after dancing that her emotions spilled over and she burst into tears.  "I don't want to stop dancing Mommy.  I want to do another recital.  I always want to do ballet!"

Ah, now that is a heart I understand.  I never got enough of it either.  And I think I mourned the loss of dancing for years after I had to stop.  There is a part of me that still misses it, even after 20 years.  Yes, I do think that is why I loved watching her so much.  And I loved watching her love it.