The sound of the clanky classic piano music echo'ing across the hardwood floor tapped on my heart. The sunlight was shining through the closed blinds as to keep the classroom private and free from distractions, and the mirrors perfectly cleaned without a hint of grubby little boy fingerprints. Ballet classes began last week and my little Layla once again reminds me of the changes happening around me. I keep finding myself swooped up into new stages of motherhood and I'm always caught off guard by the speed of passage.
This year marks the beginnings of out of the home extracurricular activities and learning experiences. Preschool and ballet. Preschool deserves it's very own post to cover my waxing and waning emotions on the idea. But ballet has arrived, Layla and I were both whirling with excitement as she donned her powder pink leotard and tights. Top knot bun in tow and her ever growing bare feet itching to learn coordinated movements. A few tears collected in my eyes as I welcomed the excitement of new things to come. My relationship with Layla continues to change as each new experience materializes. My heart felt pride and sadness when I watched my first baby prance away from me and into the ballet studio, without a fleeting look of nerves or need for her matriarch in her eyes. She was completely prepared to let go of my hand and grasp onto the offerings of the outside world. I however, wasn't as poised in letting go of the tiny warm hand of my first miracle baby.
But off she went and her little heart was able to dance, prance, and move to it's content. As her class is closed to spectators, I eagerly waited to see her reaction as she chassé'd across the room and out the door. We met each other with smiles and I listened ever intently as she spilled her guts about her class. We continued home giggling and laughing together about her new adventure, and I focused on how happy I was to be on this journey by her side.
Meanwhile, I think the brother bears were well aware of the new stage in life.
"Waiting for sister."
They have a year of waiting outside of ballet classes and preschool ahead of them.
And I think we'll find ourselves making the most of it.
5 comments:
Oh your way or writing and documenting these precious moments is beautiful. Takes me back :).
So exciting! I love these pictures. And it's a whole world that I know nothing of, so its fun to see you start it with Layla.
Ditto to what Becky said about your beautiful writing. Oh, our sweet little princess and her patient brothers.
This pursuit is one that is so special to me. Every little girl needs the opportunity to experience it. Don't worry mama....she still needs you; just in different ways and it will always be like that. Love you all.
I love reading your blog. What a sweet post about your darling Layla. I too, am baffled that my "baby" boy is old enough to go to preschool and experience things on his own.
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