Adventures of a Minister's Wife: Passing the Torch

When I was 5 years old, I was a prima ballerina and a bit of a ham. I remember playing in my leotards and leg warmers, doing silly games of toe pointing and twirling. I never thought this was anything more than just silly dancing time. I remember my mom taking me back stage and dressing me up. There were older girls in frilly tutus and pointy ballet shoes, nothing like my flexible ballet slippers. I remember watching those girls and trying to mimic them as much as I could. I barely remember the performance. Thankfully, my parents have a video or I would have long forgotten it.

Today, I was able to take Cutie Pie back stage. She had a full day of rehearsal, play time, make up (was told it was a must.), hair in a bun, and costume changes. She told me she just wanted to wear her pretty ballet slippers. Cutie Pie didn't understand at all why they had to wear those clunky tap shoes. We both stood to the side of the stage and peeked through the curtains and watched the girls. It took me back as I watched Cutie Pie follow and mimic the older girls dance. When we started talking about dance, she told me and Preacher Man that she wanted to be a serious ballerina. Today, as I watched her dance on stage there were very purposeful movements and a slight grin. Every time she came off stage, you could tell she was having a blast! Today, I saw my Cutie Pie become less of a baby or a toddler and more of a little girl who one day, in the near future, turn into a young woman. And today, I am thankful of the memories of then and now.