When dance class is called Princess Camp, you think your girlie-girl daughter who literally sleeps on a sheet of Disney princesses will love it, right? Nope. On the first day of class she wrapped herself around me and in a ball of tears, we politely excused ourselves.
I’m not sure what changed since that Princess Camp debacle, but with a little encouragement
decided to give dance another try. I think her decision had something to do with make up, glitter and twirls. Eden
As I walked her backstage the day of her first recital, again her tears came for a visit, but she was able to push aside her shyness and smile on stage. Her determination came alive and a little star was born.
This year, she was like a pro. “I’m alright, Mom,” she said when I dropped her off backstage. She was with her friends and having fun coloring before their big number.
It’s not that I miss my little shy girl (although I do), and believe me, there’s still plenty of moments I wonder if she’ll come out of her shell, but I hope I nurtured her through that phase. I hope she knows its ok to be shy. I know it’s a fine line between pushing my daughter to take dance or taking her out instead for frozen yogurt with all the toppings, but luckily, we have enough time for both.