Well, I'm a Dance Mom....the good kind! Our team won a spirit award for good sportsmanship last month, so I speak with credibility, lol! (I also know that the reality tv Dance Moms are super nice, IRL!)
This is my little girl--um, my taller-than-me girl--in mid leap, this past weekend. She is, in my eyes, amazing.
Eight years ago, she was a kindergartner. With bows in her hair and a backpack that looked like a turtle shell, she hopped into school. Never would I have guessed how quickly these years would pass. Now that our oldest is finishing his freshman year of college, I know that her high school years will fly by in a blink.
Children who will enter kindergarten in 2016, when she will leave for college, are celebrating their first birthdays. The children I teach now were born when my daughter danced competitively for the first time. The dreams that we -parents- have for our babies are universal, unchanging. Bottom line? We want our children's teachers to see what we see--adorable, quirky, busy, funny, happy, strong, inquisitive, amazing human beings. We want the person who will spend almost more hours with our children per week than we will to, dare I say it, love them.
Today, I looked at my students and caught glimpses of the round-faced toddlers they were and the defined adults they will become. I am caught in the in-between with them, in this magical place called kindergarten. I can catch them up in swinging hugs on the playground, rock the weepers when necessary, and also expect them to add or subtract like pros. With just 42 days left, I pray that I will not forget that my presence in their lives is a privilege.
Time is short, friends. Can you see it flying by in my daughter's dance? Let's give the little ones our best while they are in our hands.