I want to follow her instructions. I want to blow her away with my flexibility and flair and fleetness of foot.
But she laughs gently, rolling her eyes in a sweet way. In a way that tells me I’m failing, but she thinks I’m pretty darn cute, trying to do what she does.
I try to explain to her – Look at my posture! Look at my pose and poise! But her reply is a tad condescending despite her touch of forgiveness.
“I’ve been doing this since I was 5, Madre. You’re just beginning.”
But, I want to sputter back, but I’ve been stretching and yoga-ing, running and walking miles, living for years and years before you were even born.
But I don’t say a word. I stand there in front of the mirrors, humble in my clumsiness, awed by her gracefulness.
Where are we? Oh, I didn’t mention? Every Monday afternoon I pick up my 10-year-old granddaughter from her school and drive her to her ballet lesson. In the car, she always asks, “whatya got for me today, Madre?” And I hand her a homemade brownie, or chocolate chip bar, or meringue cookie, and she munches contemplatively, savoring every bite, and finally proclaiming, “These are good!” just as I drive into the studio’s driveway.
This afternoon, we arrive early, before the teacher, before the other ballet students. Sophie and I sneak in the old house that’s now used exclusively for ballet. Sneaking is not the correct word. The door is unlocked. I turn on the lights. She changes quickly to her ballet tights, black leotard and soft pick ballet shoes. With a glint of “I dare you” in her eyes, Sophie glides into the darkened studio, even though students are forbidden to enter without the teacher’s presence.
I slide my shoes off and tiptoe into the room, shoeless, sockless, and fearless. I’m the adult in charge here, after all. Aren’t I?
I challenge my outspoken granddaughter to teach me some of the steps they’ve been learning for their upcoming recital.
She exclaims, “Well let’s go with the Quatrième Devant, then the Effacé Devant, and around to the Croisé Derriere.”
I stumble immediately, missing her cues. “Um, can you slow that down so I can follow step by step?” I ask.
Sophie supposedly slows down her cavorting, but I mess up at first position. My granddaughter shakes her head, her eyes merry as she proclaims sadly, “No, Madre.”
The outside door opens and both of us scurry back to the waiting room like mice caught eating the cheese. We sit on the bench as innocent as … ballet dancers.
Sophie pats me on my knee and whispers.
“It’s okay, Madre. I don’t know any of my friends’ grandmoms who would even try.”
Good on you. I don’t know many who’d try either!
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Fortunately for me, it was only the studio mirror and my granddaughter who witnessed my clumsiness. Thus, my balletic attempt made me more humble than mortified. 🙂
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First of all, I saw that chocolate chip bar picture at the wrong time. Ugh! it’s almost one in the afternoon I’m working on my client’s work but still an hour to go for my lunch time. I’m hungry and that picture just made me hungry for it. I’m glad that you tried and I appreciate that she appreciated you trying the steps. You know around 12-15 years ago I taught my nephew few dance steps for the annual day show in his school. He was 10 then I was 22-25. Now, he’s 25 but he thinks I have no dancing skills and that my dance skills are outdated. Funny, how time changes the perspective of the individuals.
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Don’t you love the “younger set” who think they know everything, even if WE are the ones who taught them “everything.” 🙂 Yes, many may not be that interested in a middle-aged woman’s attempt at ballet, but the photo of chocolate chip bars can draw readers into the story. Haha.
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Great strategy. How long have you been blogging? What motivated you?
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Seven years blogging. I began to reach and find other writers. I ended up making new friends throughout the world. What an incredible place (the blogosphere) to find out how small the world is and how many fabulous people inhabit it.
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Yeah. I began my professional writing career around nine years ago, but I stepped into blogging a bit late. I started writing movie reviews because I’m a huge movie addict. I’m also a music person, but more of classics fan. Like Duran Duran, Eric Clapton, Eagles and so on. The list is endless. However, later I switched to travel blogging because I am a chatter box (pak pak pak pak) and I love to share my experiences.
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Haha this is such a treat to read!! You are definitely a good sport for trying.
As a kid (about your granddaughter’s current age) my best friend encouraged me to join her ballet classes. After a few classes the teacher told my mother that she was wasting her money! I promptly left the classes and walked off feeling like such a loser. Luckily I discovered gymnastics were more my style. To this day I enjoy moving to music, but am still a lousy dancer! Who cares?. It’s fun!
Thanks for sharing this poignant story! She is adorable!!!
Pera
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Oh, I’m right with you Peta. My mom placed me in a ballet class at 5 and 6 years of age. My parents used to show the family film (from an “old time” projector) of me as a dancing bear. I looked much more like a bear…than a dancer. I also failed in hockey and cheerleading and even gymnastics. Thank goodness I discovered yoga in my 20s! Yoga accepts us no matter how awkward and uncoordinated we may be. Namaste. ❤
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i am impressed and love this story!
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Haha. Don’t be too impressed. I almost twisted my ankle doing a plie. 🙂 xo
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Aw…what a great story, Pam. Your granddaughter is a wise young lady…and so adorable!
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My granddaughter puts up with my silliness (dancing in the store aisles, singing loudly in the car) with great aplomb and loving forgiveness. I think my cookies help… 🙂
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What a wonderful and heartwarming story. Kudos to you Pamela and how sweet to share this with your granddaughter!
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Thanks for being so kind here, Brad. My stories can be too “sweet” for some, but I believe we need them to even out the sour that’s out there. ❤
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Good for you for trying! Your granddaughter is so sweet. What fun you have together, building wonderful memories!!
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I’m just hoping my granddaughter doesn’t take up gymnastics, Darlene, because if I try to show off on the parallel bars, I might injure myself beyond repair. 🙂
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LOL! Be careful out there! xo
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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You get to pick your granddaughter up each week and drive her to ballet. You are part of a routine in her life! What a privilege that is. And oh yes, great story, though it made my hips hurt reading about those plies. 🙂 I drive 12 hours to visit mine, which I do gladly at least twice a year. And they visit me. But it’s the routine you have that I envy. That’s special.
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I know what you mean, Janet. I have three grandsons who live across the country. No routine there either (except for the silly cards and $2 bills I send them every so often so they don’t forget me). ;-0
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It is so lovely that you share that special weekly time with your granddaughter. I’m sure she will remember it. My daughters didn’t have a weekly experience with their grandmothers, but they still talk fondly about things they did with them when they were children.
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My mom played cards with my kids as soon as they could count ten fingers. Even though she lived on the other side of the country while they were growing up, they grew so close to her because of Gin Rummy and Uno, and continue to love her dearly. I’m not so good with counting my fingers, so I thought maybe ballet could work. 🙂
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Both wise, Madre and her adorable grand-daughter. How fortunate this growing girl is in arm’s reach. Jenna and I do other things like baking, but not ballet. We are both fortunate!
Yesterday in Pilates I stood by a ballet bar and wound my legs round and round and then up and down, so “You have a firm tush,” my instructor said. Predictably, I’m aching today.
You always inspire, Pam. Thank you!
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Oh my gosh – Pilates and a firm tush. You’d probably have excelled with my granddaughter’s ballet lesson, Marian! I’ve loved the photos of you and Jenna. I think we’re breaking the mold of what it means to be a grandmother. No sitting in a rocking chair and knitting. We just …. R O C K! 🙂
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Amen, Sista!
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❤
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Priceless! Brings on the tears of awe!
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Sure those aren’t tears of laughter, imagining me at the ballet barre, Jeanette? 🙂 xo
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Love this. Thank you for sharing . . . and for trying. 😉
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The older I get, the braver I am at trying new things. I think as we age, we’re not as worried about making fools of ourselves. 🙂
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So lovely, Pam. Another beautiful lady walking among us! ♥♥♥
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Thanks Billy Ray, and thanks for the tweet also. I am in awe of my granddaughter; at her age, I just hid behind books. She’s “out there” at 10, dancing around the universe. ❤
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Such special memories Pamela. Priceless. 🌼
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Thanks, Brigid. May I stay flexible enough to continue following in my granddaughter’s footsteps. 🙂
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Delightful Pamela.. I did ballet for two years but got very tall and towered over everyone.. I was gangly and my teacher suggested that I took up basketball! I did however learn to walk well and to do the splits.. I still do both.. one needs a little more tequila than the other!! ♥
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SPLITS! You are a wonder, Sally. I could barely get in my splits when I was a high school cheerleader (and in fact, didn’t make the squad the following year). Maybe I should try some tequila and see if I have any more luck. 🙂
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It might Pamela but when the tequila wears off it can be quite painful!!!!! ♥
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🙂 I can just imagine. 🙂
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I love the sweetness of this story and your granddaughter has a great heart. Treasured memories she will have.
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Yes, that’s the best part of my granddaughter allowing me to attempt her balletic feats. She’s so kind and compassionate about it. An old soul for sure. Thanks for reading about my lesson. xo
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I love this story Pam, what a wonderful relationship the two of you have and so much fun. Kudos to you for trying these steps and she did sort of praise you. No other Grandmom would have tried.
hugs
miriam
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I’ll definitely take that as praise, Miriam, yes! 🙂 Now my granddaughter and family have a rubberized balance beam out on their back yard (between two trees) and I’m supposed to try and attempt that. Heaven help me!
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What is your balance like.? How high off the ground is the beam?
Grinning here, you will do it, just stare straight ahead. 😉
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My balance is pretty good – on the ground. This thing is just about 3 feet high but in “Madre” measure, that’s about 10 feet. Haha.
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You’re a wonderful grandma and your family is lucky to have you. ❤
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Sending hugs, Amy. I am not going to go into “older” age gently into this good century. Maybe surfing attempts at OC NJ next summer? 🙂
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Kite-surfing!!
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Do I dare??? 🙂
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A supportive and adventurous grandma is a treasure and I know Sophie would remember those moments all her life. Thanks for sharing a heart-warming story Pam, you are an awesome ‘Madre’! 🙂
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Many thanks for your vote of confidence, Balroop. At 10 grandkids love to be with us and we don’t embarrass them (too much). But what happens when they’re teens?? I’m getting in my time now while I can. 🙂
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She is a beautiful girl, Pam. Lucky you. And lucky her to have such a cool gran.
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Thanks, Robbie. Sophie is lovely, and fortunately she has two brothers who keep her being “real” and not self-centered. Speaking of lovely, how fabulous was the photo of you and your mum (and your cake!) on FB. Special special celebration.
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Thank you, Pam. It was a great occasion.
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Such a sweet encouraging child. Good on you for giving it a go… and not getting hurt in the process.
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Oh my gosh, I hadn’t thought of that, but if I’d twisted my ankle while trying to be a graceful (aging) ballerina, the ballet teacher would have had my hide. 🙂
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Wonderful story! The routine time with grandchildren is so great. I got that for one semester, taking my grandson to work or school, wherever his day started. One morning we talked the entire class period outside the calculus class he knew he was going to have to take again. He’s 22 now, tall and handsome, and just last week we had a 2 1/2 hour dinner together, just catching up. Grandchild time, whether it’s ballet or calculus anxiety, is the best!
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Now, that is my hope for the future with my grandkids — what you’ve achieved with your grandson. A wonderful adult relationship in which he values your company. ❤
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LOL. Love grandkids.
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They sure keep us humming, don’t they John? 🙂
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So great that you get to spend time together each week . . . and that you’re willing to “give it a go.”
I like to believe that my ballet lessons way back when are still evident as I move with “flexibility and flair and fleetness of foot.” 😆
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I have absolutely no doubt that you still retain the flexibility and gracefulness that you learned from your ballet lessons “a few years back,” Nancy. In fact, any boy or girl lucky enough to take ballet lessons learn an athletic discipline as well as how to keep a straight posture their entire lives.
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All about trying things 🙂 great little story
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Thank you – may we always be willing to try new things (drawing/painting, writing, dancing, hula hooping) no matter our age. 🙂
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What a sweet story, with a lovely compliment from your granddaughter!
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I’m not sure my granddaughter realized exactly how nice a compliment she gave me. I’ll take what I can get – but I’m not running out to buy any ballet shoes anytime soon. 🙂
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Aw, what a sweet loving girl. And I think I detected a bit of her Madre in her too. 🙂 xx
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We’re told we look alike, Debby. I laugh at that, but I do think our personalities are similar. Except she’s smarter, more outgoing, and more talented! xo
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Don’t sell yourself short! 🙂 xx
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You share a priceless relationship with your Sophie. How delightful. And it seems she is a sweet and gentle teacher 🙂
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Thank you Debra. I can see a teaching profession for Sophie (plus her mom is a science teacher). Hey, the way she showed such patience with me, she’ll have no trouble!
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Awwww. So cute, Pam. Your grandchildren are lucky to have an adventurous and brave Madre. I love it when kids take pity on us and are patient with our failures. After all, they have years of experience and wisdom to draw from (like when a 4-year-old tells you about when he was young). Ha ha. Your granddaughter is adorable. I hope she continues to dance through life, one way or another. 🙂 ❤
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Oh my gosh, you called it exactly. I’ve carpooled Sophie with several of her 10-year-old friends, and they often talk about when they were “young” and did such and such a silly thing. I hold in my laughter as I steer the car. Can’t wait to read what Tornado Boy teaches YOU. ❤
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What a wonderful story, Pam, and good for you for trying!Your granddaughter is beautiful and wise for her age, too! 💕
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If trying gives out grades, I got a B-. That’s not too bad. 🙂 Thanks for enjoying my balletic attempts.
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How fun for your granddaughter to teach you something she loves. And how special that she recognized you putting yourself out for her. I’m impressed too!
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It’s interesting how “easy” ballet looks, until you try even the first position. The good thing about trying to ‘dance like a ballerina’ is that we become even more in awe of the athleticism of ballet dancers.
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Such a sweet story, Pam, and a heartwarming memory!
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Thanks Jennifer. Don’t tell anyone, but at home I’m trying some of these moves so I can maybe impress Sophie next time we’re alone in the studio. Unfortunately, though, practicing in my case does NOT make perfect. 🙂
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I hope you surprise her with your new moves!
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What a delightful moment – priceless! You have bonded over the bar or whatever it is called. Beautiful photo of you two!
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“Bonded Over the Barre” – great title, though the story would probably be different than many would expect! ;-0 🙂
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I love the picture of you and your granddaughter! ♥
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Thanks, Barbara. My granddaughter loves taking selfies of the two of us. I’m not sure why, but as long as she wants me in the picture, I’m goin’ along with it! 🙂
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Oh those cookies, look so delicious. A Lucky granddaughter to have a hip Madre to drive her to ballet class, make cookies and, learn some dance steps. I think you are giving her memories that will last a life time which she will treasure as she glides to adulthood and beyond.
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If nothing else, I think Sophie will remember me for my cookies — and my two left feet. 🙂 🙂 Thanks, Yvonne.
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Am I wrong, or doesn’t every woman secretly want to be able to dance like a ballerina? Not actually be a ballet dancer. That’s too hard, too many blisters, a too-short career. But don’t we want to be able to dance like that, to be that graceful?
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I think you’re right. As girls, we want to grow up to be as graceful and flexible and strong and beautiful as a ballerina. But the reality of how to get there – sweat, tears, hunger (to be super thin) and blisters – is hidden behind the theater curtains.
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Good on Madre for trying. There’s life in us learners yet. How wonderful it is to pick up your granddaughter from school each week. I pick up my grandson and granddaughter once a week too. It’s a very special part of the week. I’d hate to miss it. I take them a fruit snack to have in the car. Then we go somewhere else for ice cream. 🙂
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Phew. You scared me at first Norah (and I gulped a big gasp of guilt) when you first noted that you bring your grandchildren a fruit snack in the car. Much healthier than my chocolate chip oatmeal bars. BUT, then you added that you stop for an ice cream. You and I know THAT’S what they’ll remember when we’re long gone. 🙂
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Exactly! I don’t feel so guilty giving them ice cream after they’ve had fruit. I did say no to a second ice cream the other day. I felt a bit mean but I don’t want to be responsible for later health issues. Mind you, I think they work it off in a matter of minutes. I carry it around my waist for them. 🙂
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This is pure 💕 Pamela Xx
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Ohhhhhh, Jane. Yes it is. Pure love. Thank you. ❤
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Aww, such a lovely story!
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Thanks for “awwww”ing over my ballet steps, Zeta. 🙂
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Ah, great how each new generation gets to make their own mark on the world, not necessarily the same one we made.
I used to pick my daughter up from ballet, hanging around outside to suspicious looks from the ballet mothers 🙂
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Cute, Roy. I watch one dad drop his daughter off at ballet, change shoes, and then take off for an hour run. He returns to the studio just in time to pick up his daughter. I envy him, thinking I should do that. But then I’d miss an opportunity to dance in my granddaughter’s shoes! 🙂
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Lovely to have a little secret that you and your granddaughter share! You have given her a gift she will always remember.
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My granddaughter has not told anyone our little secret, yet here I am blabbing about it to everyone. Haha. I guess she’s better at ballet AND keeping secrets than I am. 🙂
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I love her confidence. Her thrill of “teaching” you. Beautiful 🙂
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Yes, she’s quite a confident young lady. Next, she’ll probably be teaching me algebra (YIKES!).
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oh my – that’s the biggest compliment of them all – that you tried!! 💕
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May we all continue to “try” up to and past our 90s, Joanne. RIGHT? 🙂
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Then you are going to love this …. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bydblJuZyTQ
I am in awe!
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It’s the trying of things that keeps us young!
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Well, I’ve fallen on a new high pile of leaves, and I’ve biked the new trail with my grandkids leading the way (speeding the way, I should say), and I’ve jumped on their trampoline to the count of 25. What doesn’t kill me, keeps me young. I hope. 🙂
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Cute story! You would have to remind us that we are not as flexible as we once were. I loved that it meant so much to her that you tried. I loved dance and figure skating once-upon-40 years ago. I grew up on the ice. Wouldn’t even try now.
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Oh, Patricia, that’s a great fact to know about you now. You were a figure skater. Believe me, you’d have done tons better in that ballet studio than I did. Do you still ice skate? I think I know the answer. I used to be a swimmer – excelled in breaststroke in high school and college meets. Now, you can’t get me in the pool. 🙂
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Oh how awesome!! I would love that! And I would be right there with you! I danced for years. Loved jazz and modern the best but had to have ballet of course because it is the foundation of everything… most people do not know that. I am proud that you tried. What a sweet granddaughter ❤
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If you had asked me, I’d have guessed that you were a ballet dancer. And I haven’t even met you in person! But you have a type of gracefulness, even in your blog posts. Do you miss it? I go to a dance exercise class several days a week (combo jazz/modern/hip hop) and have the time of my life. Makes me feel 20 again. Well. 40. 🙂
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You’re a wonderful madre.
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I know, I know, probably a bit too sweet for you here, Mike, with the chocolate chip bars and the encouraging granddaughter pushing me past first position. No teacup pigs in the studio, either. But hey, couldn’t you see a great doodle with a ballet dancing teacup pig? :-0
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Didn’t the book Olivia cover the pig dancing genre?
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I can’t find a book about OLIVER dancing with his TEACUP pig, Mike. Plus, who else could doodle the dance better than you? Uh huh – NO ONE.
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I may have to accept this challenge.
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YES! 🐷
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Another heartwarming story. You are such a good sport to try . I love to dance but haven’t done it for a long time.
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Well, I hope you dance your heart out at weddings, Gerlinde. I love to dance too (just don’t have any ballet in my forte), so I go to a Nia-type dance class every week (NIA began in CA). Bet you’d love it.
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So sweet that she understands how you may be feeling and tries to make you feel better. Very compassionate! A good quality that not everyone has these days.
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So true, Anneli. Sophie takes care of my “feelings,” probably because she’s as sensitive as I was at her age. I think all of us who write are sensitive beings. Hmmm, maybe she’ll be an author! ❤
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She could do worse!
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I thought my heart might explode at the sweetness of this moment. Transported to the ballet room I was smiling over your shoulder. Bravo Madre for trying! Yes I betnot too many grandmothers would try. Xo
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Well, I hope you didn’t look too carefully at my careless ballet moves. Truly, I never realized how difficult it is to maneuver those toe over toe over heel positions. ;-0 Thanks, Sue. May we both always keep on trying, whether it’s skiing or kite-sailing or…dancing. ❤
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Love this. I took ballet eons ago. The studio was in a converted barn or garage in the backyard of my instructor’s home. Same rules–no one is allowed on the floor without the instructor present.
So glad you dared! I bet you two had fun. 🙂
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Well, now we know those strict rules about not being in the studio without the ballet teacher is for the MOM’S and GRAND mom’s, who might need the sign: DO NOT TRY THIS ON YOUR OWN. haha I’m glad I tried – Sophie and I did have a great time.
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I read this and thought I’d commented, but alas, I did not! I know you are celebrating Halloween, but I must leave a little something. You are a rock star grandmother and your granddaughter knows it!
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Oh my broomstick. I was trying to just close comments for my upcoming Friday post and thought I was reading the WP instructions but truly, don’t have a clue what I did/should do. Sigh. Just as well. I’m so glad you commented here, Molly. If I dressed up for Halloween (and I don’t) I think I’d go for the ballerina costume. 🙂 xo
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I felt like I was getting away with something when I left the comment, Pam. “She’s not home, but it must be okay to go in, the door’s open.” Hee hee! Sort of like you and Sophie sneaking into the darkened studio. You should definitely go with a ballerina costume!
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It’s all about the “try”! Loved reading this one xo
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Thank you, Christy. May I always try dancing on my toes. Or even just dancing, period. Here’s a tip of the hat to you, my friend.
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What a sweet and precious moment! And, a bit funny as well. 🙂
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Life is so much more fun if we see the humor in little daily moments, yes? Thanks for the smile and the comment. ❤
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You go!!! OMG, your granddaughter is a real beauty. This is a wonderful post filled with life, love and pride. Take care Madre!
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Awww, thanks Resa. She is a beautiful spirit – it’s so much fun watching her figure out how to navigate life through school, ballet, and mostly, love and friendship. xo
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This post will be a treasure to Sophie someday. I hope you’ve printed it out for her.
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Thank you so much for finding my ballet story here! I haven’t yet, but yes, I need to print out my little pieces about Sophie and me. Thanks for the suggestion. ❤
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