Sweet little Remi had her first dance recital last weekend. Every Monday evening when we pick her up from school, we ask her if she is ready for the dance and she says “no, not dance…kwond0 (Zane does Taekwondo)”. She goes anyway without much of a fuss and seems to have fun once she enters the room. In class, they do ballet, tap and tumbling, so she is getting a good mix and variety. What is amazing to me is what makes a 3-year-old little girl not enjoy dancing. She runs around her house acting like a princess, playing dress up regularly. For about eight months Remi has gone to class just about every Monday, and we heard the same routine every time, argh. Not dance. As a family, we struggled to continue to take her and paying the monthly fee when she didn’t seem to enjoy it. We decided not to give up and continue through the June recital thinking that dancing may just grow on her.
Recital practice was Thursday, and we had a terrible thunderstorm. When we arrived in the parking lot, I could barely hold the umbrella as the rain and wind came sideways across the car. I pushed in her door handle, and she came rolling out of the car face first onto the pavement. My poor sweet girl was leaning on the door. So wet dress in hand and three year old on the hip I tossed my purse in the car, hit the remote lock and just ran for the entrance door. The entire rehearsal Remi held her arm up high because of the boo-boo on her elbow and bandage along the back of her arm. She was cold and miserable.
So Saturday rolls around, and we told her to do a good job at her recital, and she could pick between dance and kwondo. She said okay and seemed excited to see everyone arrive at the house for her big show. Grandma Nona, Grandma Janet, Papap Marty, Matt, Kate, Zane and Daddy off to the recital at Seneca Valley Intermediate School. The Grandma’s and I dropped her around back with her teachers and fingers crossed entered the auditorium. Finally act #11 rolls around, and I peered through the Canon lens I watched girl after girl enter the stage, knowing Remi would be. Next, I was ready to video every second of her performance. The last girl came out and disturbed I glanced up from the viewfinder worried that she hated it so much she would not go out on the stage. As I glanced back at each of the girls, I realized that she was three girls before the last and I totally missed her. At that moment I realized that she did so much better than I expected that I didn’t even recognize her (haha). She danced and had a wonderful time on stage performing for everyone. Sweet girl had a great time after all and I was completely relieved to know that I ordered the professional dvd so that I can see the entrance that I missed.
After her show she came running to me saying, “Mommy do I get kwondo now?”