Today was Moe's first day of dance class. From "Ally's Dance Camp" this summer, to her constant improv routines, it's something she's been begging to do for months. So then 10 minutes into her first class, when I looked up and saw her in the back of the room wiping tears away I thought, dear lord help me. A child with such talent, spunk and unique-ness, she can break down and withdraw in a matter of seconds. Nerves and embarrassment had gotten the best of her. With no patience for (another) paid activity that we would not participate in, I didn't leave much wiggle room. She had two choices: Quit the tears and do this OR go home and be done for good. And do it she did. Made it through ballet with a smile on her face as she walked out the door. But -- I think Dad get's to take her next week, not sure this mom can handle another week of tears (which I know there will be). Oh, and before you go feeling too sorry for her, she proceeded to sing Bruno Mars karaoke style later that night in front of our entire neighborhood block party (50+ people, MOSTLY strangers). Love that darn girl but grrrrrr......
(Back-dated, Saturday, Sept. 15th)
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