Our Dancer

In spite of inheriting poor dancing genes from her parents, Emily started a little dance class today.  Her first exposure to any sort of real dancing.   She's smart as all get out, but bless her heart, when it comes to rhythm, dancing, and athletic coordination, Emily is, well....how should I put it?  I guess I'd say those things don't come naturally to her.  In this case, she's very much starting from scratch.

We want to expose our kids to various activities throughout their childhood and we think now is the perfect time for Emily.  She is excited to try dancing and I'm glad for her to be learning something totally new and something outside her natural talent (though she doesn't know it).

I didn't stay for the whole class today, but what I saw were some floor stretches, some standing stretches, practicing a few dance moves across the floor, and then some steps to music.  Watching her made me chuckle a little inside, but I undoubtedly admired her willingness to try.  When class was over, she said she liked it and she told Daddy that she was good at it. 

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I look forward to seeing the progress she'll have made by the end of the year - kind of like comparing Emily's school work from the beginning of kindergarten to what she was able to at the end.  Totally impressive.

And not to worry.  We're going to get her a leotard asap.