My girls play ballet at home. They clamber onto the counter and put classical music on the radio, then scurry to their rooms, leaving their clothes in a trail on the way to find their dance bags. They return with tutus and twirls, begging me to join them.
I’ve danced in front of thousands of people in beautiful theatres, but my favorite audience is my two and four year old daughters, in our kitchen.
As much as my children enjoy my dancing, sharing my ballet history with them is mostly a gift to me. It is an opportunity to remember my childhood and reconnect with the dancer I will always be. It is making new memories of their spinning until they fall down, adorable floppy feet and precious little hands digging leotards out of their butts.
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This is so beautiful, Carisa! I love it so much. And that picture up there, kills me. I didn't know you were a ballerina, but now knowing I feel like I should have seen it. It really is in your core of who you are. Thanks for sharing!
What a lovely compliment, Stacy. Thank you.
I loved this Carisa! I identified with it on so many different levels. I didn't know there was a tribute to Lynn....I would have loved to see it. Thanks for sharing!
I wish we'd run into each other sooner, I would have harassed you into dancing with us. We took the stage with no preparation, entirely out of practice. It might not have looked it, but it was a very beautiful thing. Thank you for reading, hope to visit with you again soon!