A little history: my husband and I were blessed with a sweet and true girly girl in the fall of 2007. Already at four years old she is of all things pink, dresses, sparkles, glitter and nail polish which is unfamiliar territory to this Mommy as I was a tomboy who would have rather been building mud pies and trying to climb a tree.
Morgan has been in ballet/dance class for about a year and a half and this past weekend was the spring performance recital where her class (the youngest group of girls) performed in front of large audience at the Eisemann Center.
Hair and makeup?? In a panic, I asked my mother-in-law for guidance and scheduled for her to come over the weekend before the event to teach me how to put her hair up in a bun and apply stage makeup as I was pretty clueless that the stage lighting would wash her out and how was I ever going to get her bangs slicked back.
We did a trial run on Wednesday for the dress rehearsal and I got her hair up and make up completed. At the rehearsal, she learned stage blocking for the performance and did a few practices of her dance. I sat in the audience watching and snapping every picture my camera could take to show my husband and capture these moments.
Friday night was the performance and in all her patience (and loving getting her hair and makeup done) we did everything over again for the third time this week but this was her big night. I am not sure who was more excited! I got her dressed backstage and touched up her makeup and hair then left to go gather with my husband and our family in the audience as all the grandparents were here and our in town siblings (10 of us total).
Her group was the Cherry Blossoms and they would be the fifth performance and I was patiently but anxiously waiting. Finally, it was her classes turn and I sat in complete amazement of this tiny girl dancing with confidence and a smile on her face on this huge stage. Every step and move she made, I was mesmerized and my heart was exploding with love and pride.
It was awesome and I was so proud of her that at the end of her performance, to my surprise, my eyes had welled up and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. A dance performance was something that never entered my mind and I could not be more thankful that this precious girly girl has blessed me with an experience I never or would have experience if it was not for her.
What experiences have you experienced for the first time through your child?
Beth Simonton is a Recruitment Research and Sourcing Specialist in the Human Resources department at Texas Health Resources and a Mom to a 4-year-old girly girl and 16-month-old boy.
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