Okay, yes, she’s my kid. And I’m crazy about her.
But what is it about ballet that grabs your heart?
I put up a picture of 2 of 8 competing her pointe solo this past weekend. I posted it on Facebook so fam&friends could take a peek.
And my Facebook blew up.
Ballet Blew Up.
Precious comments, likes, lots of love for 2 of 8. So, so sweet.
There’s just something magical about ballet, even though other dance forms get more of the raz-ma-taz and glory.
Maybe it’s because I know the kind of blood, sweat and tears that goes into this art form.
Not that I’ve ever tried any of these moves. But that I’ve seen 2 of 8 work, work hard, work crazy for 15 and a 1/2 years for this kind of expertise.
Maybe it’s the dichotomy of the blistered toes and the gorgeous pointe. The sore muscles and the poetic extension. The hurt and the majesty of the dance, always mixed, always one pushing the other.
Or maybe it’s just the mystery of watching my kid go from toddler to preschooler to ballerina in a blink of the eye.
Ah, ballet. You get me every time. Particularly when it’s 2 of 8 exploring your mysteries…..
Wed, 07 Mar 2012 20:45:00 +0000julielylescarr
