Little Miss went to her first ballet class (in China) last week. It was the first class she’s fully and independently participated in, ever. It was as if a new leaf had turned, unbeknownst to us and oila!, she was her own little confident being that didn’t NEED me. That was until she began to give me a little check-in wave every few minutes. Just a little wave to make sure I was still engaged, and she was back in the present moment of her class.
And then I realized something.
I’m not generally one to live in the world of how rosy it is to be a mother and appreciate how incredible each and every moment is. BUT, during one of those heart melting waves, I realized that my little gal had already turned into something much more independent than I knew and before long, she wouldn’t even require a reassuring wave from me. AND THAT I NEEDED TO APPRECIATE THOSE MOMENTS – with a blink of an eye, that little waver will be gone and those moments will exist only in my memory of a particular time and place.
Psssst: she’s the black swan with striped leggings – we, clearly, weren’t informed about the dress code.