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Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Beginning and End of Ballet

Victoria was in a ballet class this summer.  Ballet was ultimately the last choice.  Soccer was full.  T-ball was full.  Ballet had an opening.  We purchased several adorable little outfits, ballet slippers, tights and mom perfected a nice tight bun by the end of the six week run.  Unfortunately, parents weren't allowed to watch the practices.  So I sat on the floor and read for an hour and a half every Tuesday evening at the Maplewood Community Center.

Finally, on the last day they had a mini recital.

I thought she was really excited while getting ready for it, then she said, "Not to be rude or anything, but this is the last day I'll ever do ballet.  Seriously, the last day forever."  I was stunned.  "You don't like ballet?  You didn't like it?"  "Not really but I didn't want to hurt your feelings.  So this is it, ok?"

So here it is, the one and only time you're see Miss Ballerina.

And ballet is over before it ever really began.

1 comment:

  1. Well, if I had known it would be my only chance, I would have come to the mini-recital (had I known about it) !

    Also, that tutu is absolutely adorable. Cutest one I've ever seen.