Those days are gone, now, but yesterday we got to see our very own 'balweena' at her recital. The 'balweena' dream stuck with my Abigail long enough for her to get to give us a performance. The cuteness is hard to put into words.
Would you believe that her mother had somehow, miraculously, found the ever elusive red lipstick? I must admit, that red lipstick is just the thing if you are going to be performing on stage. Seeing her with eye makeup almost made me cry, she is growing up so fast and she looks so much like her beautiful mother.
I laughed instead of cried though, when Rosie requested make up also and her mother declared that she must wait until kindergarten to wear makeup "like all the other girls". This cracked us all up and had the two little ones looking at the grownup women and wondering what was so funny. It's hard to explain to small children how much the world has changed. I kind of doubt they would believe it anyway.
|The cuteness..........I can't...........|
I watched her walk into the auditorium with her robe hanging unevenly due to the tutu, and blinked back tears. She was just a little nervous, but looking forward to her performance.
|Anything anyone might need is packed in those bags. That momma has it goin' on, yo.|
Her mother, my bonus daughter, had worked all morning to get everything together and ready and despite the fact that she is carrying another baby, she never slowed down or forgot a single thing.
|Bright lights, maybe a little too bright........|
Unlike myself, who had forgotten to bring my camera. I used my phone, and this was the only shot I got of her on stage. She is the one on the far left, and she did a wonderful job.
|Rosie watches from the audience.|
Those ballerinas had the entire audience mesmerized. Even the 2 year old's were good, with all that bling on the stage Rosie was captivated. She will have a performance of her own coming up, and can I just say that when the little ones come out you can hear the entire auditorium sigh? Seriously, all the little ones have to do to get applause is follow a bigger ballerina across the stage like so many ducklings, and you just melt. That is all they really have to do, just stand there with tutu's, and the world is their oyster.
|Pink sweetheart roses, perfection.|
After the performance we gave our ballerina her roses. Just look at that posture! She already looks like a dancer, don't you think?
|A real ballerina, living the dream.|
I did not mention that her lipstick was gone. She would have wanted to reapply and her mother would have killed me. I like her lips better natural anyway.
As far as other performances go, she said she didn't want to dance anymore. Her mother told her that she had to pick one activity to be involved in and next she wants to do gymnastics. I am unclear on whether gymnasts wear lipstick......I'm thinking not, so it might get 'lost' for good this time.
I guess she figures she has lived the 'balweena' dream and now it's on to new dreams. It's getting a little hard to keep up, to be frank. Six year old's move pretty fast, but whatever is next, I will be there, cheering and supporting and being so grateful this child came into the world and my life. It seems like a lot longer than 6 years ago......can't wait to see what the next 6 hold.