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To my Tiny Dancer,
Even though I’ve told you a hundred times, I’ll remind you once more—your mama was a dancer. Dance was my life—-I didn’t do soccer; I did not play piano. I danced and I danced a lot! I started as a ballet dancer. And a tap dancer. A contemporary dancer. A jazz dancer. I did it all—it was the place I felt most safe. It was something I excelled in–my passionate release. In high school I was part of the dance company (shout out to FUSION–those who are reading!) and all I remember were soar muscles, bruised knees, total exhaustion. But IT. WAS. WORTH. IT.
This week, you begin, what I hope to be, your dance life. Lots of us who dance always dream of having a little girl who will wear the tutus, put those tights on, get on that stage and shine. Yes, it’s totally cheesey, I know. I mean it’s just a little ballet class, right? But it really is so much more to me. This tiny secret part of my heart hopes that you will love dancing as I once did and find your own place in the world of movement. It will make your heart sing. It will bring your creativity to a whole other level. It will teach you discipline. It will teach you respect—not just for your teachers but for yourself.
You can do this thing, girl. I cannot wait to see where this takes you. Can’t wait to watch you shine up on that stage for the first time.