Little dancer

My girl is a dancer through and through. It’s not just that she does dance classes, it’s more than that. She dances all the time and we love it.

As Abba once said (in Thank you for the music) ‘Mother said I was a dancer before I could walk’ and that’s what I do say. She used to stand grabbing on to furniture and move her bum in perfect time to the music before she could walk, or even stand up unaided.

Fast forward a few years, and she dances in the street, she dances in shops, she dances in the park, she dances aywhere and everywhere (although I suspect not school, because she’s way too disciplined). Her dancing is innocent. She is not showing off, she’s not attention-seeking, she’s dancing for the love of it. And the more she does it, the better she gets.

Her preferred dance style is street. She’s been going to a street class for over two years now and is THE BEST DANCER IN THE CLASS. She’s also the one who remembers the routine when her teacher forgets. She practices her routines at home, she practices my routines at home, she practices routines she learns off the telly and off Just Dance 3 on the Wii at home. Her head is crammed full of dance routines when I can’t even retain one.

We did a flash mob with our dance school recently, which was very exciting. It was a simple routine designed so that anyone could learn it easily. I rehearsed and rehearsed that routine. Even though it was simple, it was very easy for me to make a mistake. Being so young, my daughter only danced the last minute or two of it, yet she knew it all perfectly. She knew it way before I did. She’d come up with her own ways to remember when you went left or right or which move came next. She helped me learn it.

After Easter, already aged 6, she started ballet. She’d never done it before, but had always dreamed of it. Most girls start ballet when they are 3 or 4. I’m so grateful that her teacher let her join straight in with girls her own age from her own school even though she was a late starter.

Only a couple of months after she’d started, we went along to a ballet class to watch. She wasn’t the best, of course she wasn’t. But she wasn’t the worst either. She was probably about in the middle. No-one would ever have guessed she’d been doing ballet a few months.

Unbelievably, perhaps, she’s about to do her first exam – her Primary – just like the other girls in her class, the girls who’ve been doing ballet since they were 3. They have to practice at home. We hadn’t quite got round to it. I promised her we’d do it just as soon as we got the flash mob out of the way.

After class, the teacher came to tell off  talk to the mummies. It was obvious, she said, who hadn’t been practicing. The girls weren’t in time with the music and were copying each other – mistakes and all.

And then she said it… ‘Ironically, though, the only one who is doing it on her own and not copying…’ My daughter.

That’s my girl. I’m so proud of her.

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. Well done her, that’s amazing! It is so lovely when they find something that they love so much. Maybe we’ll get to see you at the next flash mob! Good luck with the exam

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  2. Ah – that’s so cute and well done her! x I think I may be breeding one of those myself. She’s only 10 months now but bops to EVERYTHING. xxxx

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  3. Awesome! I took dance classes until I was 18, it is so much fun and such a great discipline to be able to a. dance and keep your body toned and b. learn to pick up dance steps. So cool that your daughter has a real talent for it.

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  4. Thanks very much, everyone!
    Sounds like you’ve got a little dancer, Wally Mummy!
    I’m so glad she’s got talent. I would have loved to have been able to dance, but I never could. I’m going back and trying again now I’m middle-aged! x

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