Nessa Bessa Ballerina

 We concluded our dance season with a recital.  They performed both ballet and tap.  Just to see the joy on their faces was enough for me. . .and the cute costumes.  Oh my goodness, I was so impressed by her teacher's choices. They were age appropriate and all the girls looked absolutely adorable!

 It was a circus theme, if you can't tell from the backdrop.  In this costume, they were supposed to be snow cones. So cute!

 Their finale and final bow was pretty impressive, considering the number of girls who were circling the stage:  again and again and again.

This was her tap costume.  She loved to shimmy and watch the fringe go!  Super cute but overall, she did not learn too much in the tap department.  She was always behind and watching the girl next to her, who was watching the girl next to her!  It was super funny to watch!

 Her biggest fans were there to cheer her on.

 Grandpa and grandma were impressed by all the sweetness.  I could tell!

Nino brought her flowers.

Another firsts in the book.  A real live dance recital that concluded her year of dance.  We are taking the summer off and will see how she feels in the fall.  Towards the end, she was over it completely.  The only thing that kept her going were the costumes, which she loved!

Power in the Solo

I'm dancing this dance that I never expected to dance.
It's a solo.
I'm dancing to the music in my head, spinning and dipping and gliding across the floor of my imagination.
It's a beautiful thing really; this dance that just begged to be danced and who am I to say no?
 I don't care who's watching, I don't care what they are saying, I am totally at peace with who I am in this moment. . .swirling, spinning, dipping and gliding.
I have found myself lost in this moment.
There is power in this solo.

The music I hear with my soul.
Eyes up heavenward as I dance for His eyes only. . .
away from the shadows of doubt, or uncertainty, a sense of belonging to the only one who really matters.
I am a daughter of the King!
What is there NOT to dance about?
There is power in this solo.

For all those eyes who see but do not understand,
who speak just to hear themselves talk,
who tear down instead of build up. . .
I'm dancing and there is power in this solo.

For those who are too terrified to dance your own solo.
Do it anyways.
Just start moving and God will take care of the rest.
 Listen to the stirrings in your heart and the music in your soul will flow through.
There is power in this solo!

Front.
Center Stage.
There is power in this solo.
Dance your heart out. . .

Nessa Bessa Ballerina

Just had to document our ballerina's first recital.  She has enjoyed her dance class.  She will continue in the new year and I love our walks to and from.  She was surrounded by those who love her most, grandma, nina, and nino.  I appreciate their support and the smile on my girls' face as she danced her heart out.

Last Daddy/Daughter Dance of Her Elementary Years

Another last for her elementary years. . .It has flown by.  So sad but so blessed by the relationship that has developed with this daughter.  The future is wide open and she will always be a daddy's girl.

May 24, 2012

Dear Daughter,

I know how much you heart is set on summer camp with the dance team you used to love, but dance camp isn't the issue--it's the bigger dance commitment that is.  I just don't want to share you with that competitive dance team again this year!  Having you back in our hearts and home this year has been such a tremendous JOY!

 I don't want them to have you at least five hours a week.  I don't want to not be able to schedule any fun family weekend outings between both you and your dad's crazy schedules.  Competitions were long days filled with lots of dancing, and make up, and frilly clothes...and sitting there and sitting there and sitting there.  All day long.  During dance season, I always felt I was battling for your heart.  I didn't have enough time with you to instill His truth, our guidance, and love.  I was tired. You were tired. Your siblings were tired because we were always on the go. . .up early, home late and what to do with your brother and sister during such full days focused on you--and your ten minutes of routines?  Ten minutes, love bug. All day long and hours of practice each week for ten minutes.

Now, if this was truly what your heart desired, we would consider it.  It would be extremely difficult to make it happen, but we would try again. . .or we can try again later when you're a little older.  But now?  You've been able to participate in two other shows since you didn't have the dance commitment--you were able to do what you love up there on a stage and perform.  You even had speaking parts this year, bug.  Being your mama, who doesn't want to see you get hurt, I recommended being a narrator so you would in fact be able to speak.  However, you had other plans.  Dorothy.  You won the role over eleven other lovely girls.  You wanted it, and you went after it and He blessed you with the part.  Finally, your voice was heard.

You blessed others with your beautiful voice when you sang at mass on Sunday.  If you were to join dance again, you would have to give this up too--as practice times conflict.  And, what about those plans we had for you to be my helper in Bubba's second year CCD class?  You were so excited to share your newest found faith in the consumption of bread and wine at mass this year. . .so excited to teach younger ones about the journey. 

But daughter dearest, if this is something your heart is set on,  I promise you it can be yours again in the future, just not yet.  Not this year.  What you might see as being mean, I simply see as not being ready yet.  You're not ready to get out there into the world with such little direction and  I'm not ready to send you.  We need more time here.  In this place, our home to guide you and grow you and to let you be little for as long as you can be!  You deserve the best from us--and although I know your dance teachers love you, it's different and we need you here.  Not the bustle and hustle of drop offs, and dinner away from our table, and late nights with no time for books and barely uttered prayers before you fall asleep exhausted.

I'm sorry love bug.  Dance team is not in the cards for this year.  A dance class, sure.  We can look into that--but the team?  Not happening again. . . yet.  I hope you can understand that this is not the end, but a beautiful beginning of what God can do when we intentionally lay the foundation at home first: spending quality time together, loving each other first, building His kingdom in our hearts, and shining His light to those we meet. 

I can't wait to see you on stage next week in the Wizard of Oz. . .and in November as part of the You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown cast. Keep shining His light and pursuing your passion!  Promise we will revisit the dance discussion another year.

Love Always,
Mom