Just ballet mommy

Tonight, I took Reagan to a ballet class tonight to see if she wanted to take the class. The basic answer was no. It's funny how we got there.

So, she really misses her friends from her old school. It's sad to listen to, so I thought maybe I'd sign her up for a class they were in. Ballet. I know better, but thought I'd try. She's not a dainty ballet type, she's a karate type, a tumbler. All sorts of anything but dainty type.

Regardless, I thought I'd try. I was more worried about her making it through the hour long class. As my day went on, I started worrying about losing the one night we had to ourselves. So I just decided I didn't want to enroll her.

We got there. All her friends were there. She acted shy and "interested" sorta. I went to the bin to find some old ballet shoes that she could borrow. She said "I don't want to do this". I wasn't sure what she meant - the class or the old dingy shoes.

I took her to class. She said "yes" kinda and went along with the crowd. She did great. She could do everything everyone else was doing. She did great. I was happily surprised that she did that well. I actually watched for a while and was impressed myself. I actually started rooting for her to take the class... a little.  I eventually left and went to sit with the other ladies.

At 6:30 pm, I went back to pick her up. She was happy, dancing and giggling. She was playing with her friends. When I asked the teacher how she did, she said "great" and that she kept up with everyone else just fine. She seemed happy.

The girls played for a while after class while we waited for all the moms to come pick up the girls. While we waited, she played hard.

So, we get in the car and I asked her if she wanted to take dance. Her immediate answer "no". What? Really? I said "really? how come?" She said, "mommy it's just ballet and nothing else". Well, she was right. Nice. I asked her a few times and the answer was still the same.

So that's out. Interesting.