- Every day among the stack of books we read, "All Tutus Should be Pink" is in the mix.
- She wants to be a ballerina for Halloween.
- One of her favorite possessions is dollar-store Nutcracker she got last year, she pretends to be a ballerina and dances with it.
- Her favorite quilt is covered with Ballerinas.
This girl loves the idea of learning ballet. I could see the stars in her eyes when I told her that there was an opening in the dance school down the street. It is just a little garage studio, but it is so cute.
I didn't realize how excited I was until I was brushing her long hair into a bun. I remember scrambling after school, handing my mom bobby pins as she pulled my hair into the tight uniform bun. I have fond memories plie-ing in front of the big wall mirror. I loved how graceful I felt as held the dance barre and pointed my toes in positions. I remember concentrating so hard to keep my back straight and my chin high. I had a teacher who would walk past us with a stick, and she would "gently" tap us under our chin or on our shoulders if our posture was sub-par. I used to put on my ballet slippers when I was by myself in my bedroom and would practice spinning and I would pretend I was dancing on point. I hoped ballet would open some sort doors for Caity, in her own journey.
She was nervous at first and I practically had to push her into the "studio." The garage doors were open, so as I left I saw her stretching with her class. She seemed to keep up just fine, which was a concern, starting late. Among the plethora of pink tutus, she shone bright to her sappy mother. I even cried a little. She has just grown up so, so fast. There is something about seeing her glow with personal happiness that tugs at my heart strings. I knew as I watched her, I was, in small a way, "letting her go." I just love that Caity girl.
She came home bright eyed and told every little detail. It better than she imagined. :) Johnny turned toward her and said, "Caity, Caity, Caity, CAITY! I think your tutu is beautiful." Well, just melt my heart.
While we are on the topic of Tutus....
Caity brought home a special family project from school. We had to disguise a pumpkin. I suggested we do a ghost. Caity had other plans.....
She found the wings and tutu in the "97 cent"s section at Walmart and dictated to me what else we needed. I am really proud of how well she did. I helped with the glitter and curling the ribbon, but besides that it was all her. (Well, to be honest, maybe I guided her toward stapling the wings, as opposed to gluing them.)
We completely finished, when heaven forbid, we realized we forgot the tutu. My little perfectionist almost had a melt down, but she slowly peeled up her pompom necklace and stapled that tutu down with enough determination and concentration that her tongue needed to be sticking out of the corner of her mouth. Then back went the pompoms and I was once again assigned to administer some glitter.
She was pretty happy with end result.
Sure, our disguised pumpkin will probably take up a quarter of the teacher's bulletin board, but she sure was happy.
When I went to pick her up from school, she ran to me and everyone started yelling "Good bye Caity!"
She said, "They just love me here, because I just love, love, LOVE all of them." (big hand motions)(pause) "But I love Brooke the most." (pause) "Don't tell David."
We also went to Krispy Kreme this morning, and watched them make donuts. My kids would seriously spend 5 hours there, if I let them.