dancing queen

Lily had her very first dance recital in May. It was an incredibly stressful week for me. It was the last week of school for her; as well as the week before we left on a week long vacation. She had rehearsals every night leading up to the big show. She was up past her bedtime every night that week. I was sure that the bomb would drop. I was totally wrong. I underestimated Lily's maturity in this situation. I also underestimated her desire to really, truly, be a dancer. Never once during the week did she fight doing what she needed to do to make that show happen. She was awesome.

The night of the dress rehearsal was a Friday. They went through the entire show during the afternoon and then did the whole show for a second time, for an audience, that night. I can't tell you how proud I was of her. After all the planning and prep and worry that this big show would be too much for her, she knocked the performance out of the park. She totally rocked it.

That night, during her class performance, she was smiling and dancing like she'd been doing it her whole life. There was no doubt that the stage is where she wants to be. Always. During the finale I hope that, in all my years, I will never forget the look on my daughter's face when she marched out onto the stage in the front row leading her class. She was beaming and lit up the entire stage with her smile. I loved that moment. It was seriously magic...for her mother, at least.