Linds had her final dance last week.
She’s been dancing since I forced her into trying it 10 years ago. Perhaps ‘forced’ is a strong word….but there were tears upon entering the dance studio, but she promised me she would TRY it.
She danced at a studio for many years and when high school rolled around she was part of the marching band….on the field during football season making halftime fun for all.
Daily practices and late Friday nights were the norm. Not to mention all the astro turf I found in the bathroom when she took off her dance shoes and tights.
I will forever feel guilty from her part in killing the ozone layer with those cans of aqua net to keep the hairs in place. I’m sorry earth.
When football season was over, the dancers would move into “indoor season”; competitions, pep rallies, recitals.
High school dance activities kept her focused on something positive so she didn’t get pulled into the crapola some teens sample during these years. I’m thankful for that.
I thought I would cry after her last performance, but I didn’t.
I’m thinking those two hours sitting on the hardest bleachers on the planet distracted my pain from my heart to my butt and back.
So proud of my little dancer.
Up next; graduation party planning, announcement making and dorm supply shopping.
I’m thinking a few boxes of Puffs Plus will be in order.