My Weekend Gig, & Contemplation

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.