Yesterday, little Ingrid participated in her first real ballet since we put her in the Portland Classical Ballet Academy. It was a modified presentation of Swan Lake, and was utterly adorable. It is not uncommon for me to cry during live ballet or opera anyway, but big salty tears *really* slid down my cheeks during this performance as my heart swelled with pride. All of these precious little children working so hard to do their amazing performances really touched me. They were all so cute.
Ingrid had been very nervous and anxious about the performance, but you’d never have known. She exuded confidence and looked so secure and happy up on that stage. I honestly believe she had a good time, which, for me, was the most important thing. She worked toward and achieved an important goal, and I think that made her feel great. She seemed proud of herself afterward, and I know *we* were very proud of her.
This is Ingrid after the performance, coming out to take her bows with her classmates. She is the little one second in line from the teacher.
During final bows, each child was presented with a rose. Of course, we also bought her a gigantic bouquet of them, but these single stemmed yellow roses were really sweet for them to get on stage. And the thing that touched my heart most was when her parents drove me back home. As I was walking up to the house from the car, she rolled down her window and called to me, so I returned to see what she wanted. She told me I was the sweetest Gams in the world and said that she wanted me to have her yellow rose. Lump in throat. More tears….but happy ones. Ingrid is such an articulate little girl…so sweet.
I smile every time I think of it. I am lucky. I am blessed.
And I know it.
Life is really, really sweet. Ya know?
Sending kisses to your heart, little Ingrid.
I love you.