Time Traveling

As I walked into the auditorium this weekend I was flooded with vivid memories.

I found myself sitting somewhere between the past and the future.
Somewhere fimiliar yet distant.
From the smell of the colorful roses to the sounds of a theatre FILLED with excited family members from near and far...
this was my childhood.

I had been here before....I have had these experiences. They are etched in my mind so clearly....like yesterday and 20 years ago- at the same time.

Like de-ja-vu....I felt I had
been
here
before.

I felt so instantly connected to the feeling.
So overwhelmed by emotion ...I couldn't help but cry.

It was such an amazing feeling to APPRECIATE what my girls were feeling.
I knew how excited they were.
I knew how much fun they would have the first time they stepped on that stage.
I knew how much THESE teachers would help shape their lives.
I knew how some of these girls would be IN their FIRST memories of chilhood.
I knew how this process would EMBED themselves in their memories.

I sifted thru memories all weekend.

Like a "time-traveler" I jumped from the past, where I remembered recitals, costumes, and dances I DID 25 years ago....
to the future, where I saw my girls as seniors crossing the stage on their last recital...for 1 last bow.

It was NOTHING less than SURREAL and AMAZING.



The Dance Company proved itself to be an OUTSTANDING company with MANY talented poeple on stage and behind the scene.

I cannot say enough how BLESSED I feel to be able to be a part of something so beautiful an enchanting..



























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"On With The Show..."

We woke up bright and early this morning to get dressed an ready for Shashas dance recital dress rehersal.

And when I mean DRESSED...I mean totally "gussied" up complete with brown eyeshadow, blush, mascara, an RED lipstick.

At 8am.

We went from THIS:

To this:


That is right ...I said 8 am!!!!

Then we headed off to the Flagler autotorium in full gear reay for the first of 3 dances.

We got there and "checked in". I had previously(months ago) asked ALL of the girls teachers if I could help backstage. I knew that they would need it and I knew that
being backstage with all the little girls buzzing with excitement was where I wanted to be. Trust me...I am NOTHING if not a "helicopter Mom"...always hovering.

ANd I was right...being backstage in the midst of the madness fun, was exactly the right place for me. I got to experience all of it....with her.

It was something I will never forget...
I am so THANKFUL for the wonderful studio and teachers that teach my children things that I couldn't.
Dance was such a wonderful part of my childhood...and it makes me feel so BLESSED when I see my girls involved in something so divine.

Pink tights???????

 

On Tuesday, Shasha started ballet!!!!

It was so cute.

She took dance camp this summer…”just to be SURE” she LIKED dance.

Thankfully….she LOVED it!!!!

So yesterday …at 3:30 she had her 1st ballet class.

And in TRUE Shashamane fashion she was “concerned” because she doesn't like PINK-and the tights she HAS to wear were PINK TIGHTS.

I told her MANY times that PINK TIGHTS are what REAL DANCE studios want you to wear for ballet.

And MANY times before Tuesday, she asked me to call the studio to ASK if she could wear BLACK tights.

She is RELENTLESS….I wonder where she gets THAT from?????? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.    LOL

I KNEW that they WANTED her to wear PINK tights and asked her, “Shasha-what if EVERYONE in the class is wearing PINK tights???????”

Her response….In true REBEL fashion: “I don’t CARE!!!!!!  I’ll bring my BLACK tights in my bag!”

Gotta LOVE that girl…..She is MORE like ME every day!

So…when we got to the studio.

You guessed it:   EVERYONE was wearing PINK TIGHTS!!

I dropped her off and took the other kids to run a few errands.

When I got back I watched as she stood uniformly in a line and practiced her “plies” and skipped across the floor.

I had tears in my eyes as I watched her.

Dance was my childhood LOVE and it makes me sooooo happy that she has chosen THIS art.

THEN …when we got home Sheba said to me, “Momma, when will it be night?”

I said, “Soon…why???”

Her response, “Because TOMMOROW…I start dance!”

It melted my heart……………….