Mae has been begging for as long as I can remember to try dance class.
I've been waiting and waiting,
Trying to decide when it was that golden opportunity.
That perfect balance of stretching slightly out of her comfort zone,
And yet motivated enough to 'do a hard thing' as we are always talking about.
I think we hit it.
We found a small class that takes place in a church room
Other little girls in their leotards and tights,
A kind teacher
And most importantly, My brave girl's nervous smile as she whispers her name
And then says to me "Mama, I'll wait in here, you can go to the hall."
Always learning and stretching -
Both of us.