It seems it has been a busy and eventful weekend for everyone. We are no exception!! Saturday morning started with a bang at 5:50am when Ethan decided his morning milk was in order. UGH! Doesn’t he realize it’s SATURDAY! But then my alarm went off and I remembered……Grace and I were headed off to her first ballet class! YAY!! I was anxious for her, but she didn’t have a care in the world, other than how soon could she please put her leotard and tights on?!!!!!! AT 7:45, we were headed out the door. My baby girl, my Princess Grace is going to ballet!! I had dreamed of this moment from the day we found out we were having a baby girl. I had taken dance when I was little, just as my mother had before me. I just wanted her to have fun, and I hoped she would like it enough to at least wear out the dancewear we bought last week!!! So we got to the studio. There were two other little girls there, dressed exactly like Grace in the pink leotard, pink tights, pink skirt, and pink ballet slippers. At first, Grace wouldn’t even put in her shoes, much less get out on the floor without me. So we just sat there for a few minutes, watching as Bebe and Bella began to go through the moves with the two instructors. Within minutes, there was a tug on my arm, “I’m ready to put my ballet shoes on, Mama”, so we did. She still wouldn’t get out there. Finally, I picked her up and carried her out, plunked her down on the floor in the circle, and walked away. She’s just sitting there! What is she doing? Is she going to participate? My heart beat faster. I was deathly shy as a child, and my biggest heartbreak with Grace is that she seems to have inherited some of that. So she sits for a few minutes watching. I went to get my coffee out of my car. When I came back, is that fingers I see moving? Oh, there goes her hands, and then, her feet begin to move like her instructors’ feet. Before I know it, Grace is going full swing. She had a great time, and was asking how many days until ballet again. They were all so cute, covered in pink from head to toe, seven little girls all in a row!! I just couldn’t stop smiling. I can’t wait for recital time to see this little class of tiny little ballerinas!!! They are adorable!
Today, we went to the beach. It was NOT a beautiful San Diego morning. The sun actually didn’t come out until 3 this afternoon, but it was warm, the beach was covered in umbrellas, blankets, and kids running around. Ours had a great time playing in the sand and water with the other two families we went with. Later in the day, my friend Mary and I took most of the kids on a walk. Mary and the girls went ahead. I was carrying Ethan and walking with Ryley. I realized the difference between going on a walk with Grace, and going on walk with Ryley. I looked back the way we had come after a few minutes. There were constant tracks going from side to side, stops to dig in the sand, a circle where Ryley had drawn in the sand. A walk with a boy on the beach, or anywhere, is not about getting there, it’s about the process, and everything to discover and do along the way. That walk, of less than half a mile each direction, took almost an hour with all the detours, the “look at this Mama’s”, the stopping to talk to other kids he doesn’t even know (Ryley got NONE of my shyness!!), wandering into the water, stopping to watch the helicopter fly overhead, stop to watch a guy fly a kite, more digging, shoving shells into his pocket so he could run and dig some more. A boys’ path is not a straight one. It gets very frustrating for me sometime, being a girl and not understanding, but when I look at his face at the end of the walk, and hear him say “Thanks Mama…that was a fun walk with you!” I’m happy to have taken the road more winding!!!
Here’s Gracie in her ballet clothes. I forgot to take pictures during class! You all will just have to wait til next week!