My daughter caught the dance bug about four years ago and has tapped along ever since. I am in awe of her and her ability to tap. Along with the ability to sing like her daddy, when I get to heaven, I would love to be able to "river dance" my way down those golden streets.
Fifth grade was a hard year. We moved in the middle of the year. She was upset at leaving her dance teacher who she loved and a little uncertain of her dancing skills with the new teacher and the new class. There were many tears shed this year for different reasons. She wanted to quit so many times, but I wouldn't let her because of the commitment she had already made. (I would never MAKE her dance, but when she has a place in a recital piece, she needs to finish what she starts.) However, in the end it was a year of growth for her and she hung in there. She did a good job too. She just lost a lot of her confidence when we moved. But she didn't lose her love for dancing... and believe it or not, she wanted to dance again.
So here we are, finishing our fourth year. We have come along way. Kayla told me that this year she wasn't even nervous. She even smiled more while dancing along in the recital. She will never be the star of the show. (She could one day if her passion was dancing, but for now it's not.) I don't think she even wants to be the center of attention. She just loves to dance. I guess we will have to wait and see if she continues on this adventure we call dance, next year.
We are very proud of you, Kayla!