Tiny Dancers

Every Monday, my daughter takes a ballet class -- or, as the teacher describes it, a creative movement class. Each week the teacher reads a story, has the girls listen to a selection of music, lets the girls raid her dressing room which is filled with tutus, costumes, and scarves, and then leads them in an interpretation of one of the musical pieces, performed for the waiting moms and grandmothers. The girls love it. And so does the audience. Today was the best performance yet. At least one mom was moved to tears, and I have to admit I couldn't stop gushing about it myself.



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