Beatrice started ballet today. Cute doesn't properly describe what happened at that ballet studio. There were tiny pink leotards with panties peaking out from the leg openings, tight buns on top of bouncy heads, and little girls flittering and fluttering, prancing and frolicking in front of big mirrors, smiling at their reflections, so proud of themselves.
No, cute does not do today's class justice.
I never wanted to become one of those crazy stage moms that has big ambitions for her little girl, but after watching Beatrice today, I have big ambitions for my little girl. I want her to be a ballerina. I see lead roles and big recitals in her future. She's gonna be good, you guys. Today, a star was born. And I may be a little crazy.
My little ballerina completely loved it. She made a friend and has been practicing her moves all day. I can't wait for next Saturday. I may be more excited than she is.