|Practicing stage entrances and exits -- my purple-skirted darling leads.|
These two daughters of mine are like double-sides of a page torn from the same book. Their hearts match in so many ways that I sometimes forget they aren't the same age. Lauren is completely capable of most things Mia can accomplish, and Mia is enamored of the same things Lauren finds wonderful.
They are so alike.
But there is something. (Many things. But for today, just this one-- ) Lauren loves ballet with every delicate inch of her soul. She loves ballet so much that she sometimes cries after practice is finished, wanting to do more dancing. And Mia begs to never do ballet again. She's sure she'd prefer karate. Or art class. Or a hamster.
So there are these two girls, so recognizable to each other, yet harboring such vast preferential differences. And I'm beside myself: what will happen with recitals in a few days? Though Lauren adores ballet from the tips of her toes to the smile on her lips, I'm fairly certain she won't adore the attention that comes along with being on stage. She hides behind my legs very often and cannot find her tongue in group settings. Her shyness hasn't abated since toddlerhood. I even wonder if she'll step foot onto the stage, when the moment comes.
She loves her costume, she loves her routine, she loves her teacher, but she might be too shy to show us on Sunday afternoon.
Then there's Mia. Her recital is a few weeks away, but she seems completely ready. While she professes to hate ballet, I suspect it's the one-hour round trip on practice days that really irks her. Because in practice, she smiles and laughs and performs. When she has an audience, she half-forgets what she's doing, but she loves the audience. I have a feeling she'll thrive on-stage.
So there's this girl who might want so badly to dance but not have the nerve to actually do so.
And there's this girl who couldn't possibly care less about dancing but might become a spotlight-lover on the night in question.
I've told Lauren how much fun it will be when she gets to dance on stage and how excited I am to watch her and her friends dancing in their costumes. How else should we prepare her? How can I encourage her if she gets too nervous? (I'm not above a bribe...) Have your kids ever gone through episodes like this? Have they surprised you in their bravery?
Friends, tell me your stories because I'm so hoping to see both of my sweet ballerinas in their first performances--