Dreaming Double

One spot to another, always in flight. These chicks keep me on my toes.

Lately, we've done quite a bit of travel with dance. The professor is busy with work and so the legs he was helping with driving have fallen to me. It means a whole lot more time away from the nest. Today, we left at noon and will arrive home sometime after 9:30 p.m. 

LONG

Long for them and for me. Driving to our distance ballet, taking Little Bit to the library to finish up schooling and then trekking to the other studio for assisting and classes for both of them all night. I sit bundled in my jacket and her scarf, earbuds in and the girls doing jetes in the other room. 

Classes change. My sweet babe moves into her company hour with a sharp jazz routine and the Grace Girl works on changing a solo from pointe to ballet, just in case the pointe component is not ready for another competition in two weeks. I think it will be, but she's not sure...always the perfectionist in her dancing, she's her own harshest critic.

I've moved in to the small studio to listen, a background of soft beats as she and her sweet, sweet teacher adjust slight movements "just in case". Her necklace jingles and proclaims her initial and "beautiful", a gift from me for her eleventh birthday. A reminder of how I see her and how I hope she sees herself. Jingles combine with turns as movement ensues.

How I love her tenacity.

Her grace.

Her determination.

What she has to teach me about dreaming is endless...

It's not only for childhood

Don't do it small

Pursue passion

Go God sized 



.   .   .   .

The group of moms that is waiting to pick the littles up from class is congregated in the waiting room. Bundled under coats and in them and chatting away. I'm thankful for them, for their kindness and warmth and inclusion. The dance world is made up of mothers that are competitive for their children. These women? They are different. They laugh and talk and fill this place. We're invited in to watch the routine for the company level that Little Bit is a part of; for most, this will be their first convention and competition in a few weeks. They all think that every part of dance is fun, and that is how it should be. Grace Girl tapes the piece for review and I simply watch. Motion and smiles and pointed toes all making it spectacular. A lift takes place, and I think about how far ahead she is of where her big sister was at the same age. She does not take for granted the example that lives in the bedroom next to hers, and all of the watching is now paying off in her dancing.



The same qualities that I value in her big sister I embrace in her as well; double dreaming takes place within our walls.

Double and God sized.

I cannot wait to see what the future holds, but for now I'm learning to savor the long days. 

Because lately? Lately, they provided glimpses into the lovely ones ahead of us.


"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." Jer 29:11



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  1. tinuvielFebruary 1, 2013 at 8:41 PM

    Beautiful! so glad to hear an update from you. I've been wondering and praying and hoping you were simply marvelously, exhaustingly busy. Such beautiful dancers and a beautiful mama. That scarf must be a comforting presence.

    Lovely profile photo too. Grace to you sufficient for those packed days, friend.

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