Mar
4
Dance into Your Inheritance
As soon as breakfast was over, she ran up to her room to get dressed. She had laid out her pink leotard, pink tights, and ballet shoes. She even found her “tutu pink” undies so that she matched perfectly. She beamed with excitement; a day she had waited and hoped for for a while, she would be starting ballet for the first time.
We drove to the class and I looked in the rear view mirror to get a glimpse of her. She practiced her arm movements as if she were already in class. Not allowing her car seat to restrain her too much, she moved as if a soundtrack played in her ears; arms raising and lowering in rhythmic motions. And her eyes sparkled. She was so excited. Three short years ago, her eyes were black and lifeless, but today they sparkled as if the world were hers.
We drove to the class and I looked in the rear view mirror to get a glimpse of her. She practiced her arm movements as if she were already in class. Not allowing her car seat to restrain her too much, she moved as if a soundtrack played in her ears; arms raising and lowering in rhythmic motions. And her eyes sparkled. She was so excited. Three short years ago, her eyes were black and lifeless, but today they sparkled as if the world were hers.
