Valentina had her ballet recital this weekend. I was so proud of her! I had things all planned out, I would slowly get her ready, taking special care to pouf her peacock tail, do her hair nice and "crispy" (her words, from the mousse) and just overall have a nice calm morning.
The time came to get her ready and she had a meltdown. It didn't help that I had been up all night with Asa who had been sick with a headache, sore throat and nonstop cough. I tried to stay as calm as possible but all I could think of while I held her and told her she was a brave girl and could do this was "we're going to be late. I'm never going to get her ready on time. I have to get her in her costume, this is not working out like I had planned!" After a half hour I was frazzled and out of sorts. I somehow managed to get her ready and all of us rushed out the door. We had just left the driveway when mom asked if I had her tutu and feather for her head. Nope. Turn around, unlock the house, run in, grab the dress bag that held everything, lock the house, run back out to the car, realize I forgot the tickets, run back to the house, unlock the house (again), make a mess looking for the tickets, grab the tickets, lock the house (again), get in the car and we were finally off, for good this time.
I have often complained to my family and some friends about the cost of ballet, especially since during rehearsals it appeared that Valentina learned about 5 different moves and that was it. "We could have gone on a vacation" I vented to a fellow ballet mom. I was backstage with Valentina until it was time for the peacocks to perform and then I was able to run into the audience. Valentina may have only learned five moves but seeing her on stage, looking so happy, full of confidence, having FUN, well, it was a vacation. A vacation that lasted about 25 seconds but a vacation nontheless.
Backstage, waiting to go on stage. This is one of the few photos she allowed me to take.
Asa was a patient big brother. One of his soccer teammates was there as his sister is in the same class as Valentina and they sat together.
I was so proud of my Valentina Ballerina and I know that sissy would have been too. Sissy would have had the biggest bouquet of flowers waiting for her Vali, I just wish she could have been there.