For years, I’ve been a bit envious of all those moms with pretty little ballerinas, rushing off to dance class, watching their little angels at recitals.
My big girls tried dance, found it wasn’t for them (at least the political aspect of other girls being teachers’ pets), and went on to other endeavors. For the longest time, I’d thought dance would go the way of the Boy Scouts–once they heard the “A” word, forget about it.
But thanks to the courage of one local dance school, Movement Unlimited, Little Miss has become a dancer.
She is in a modern dance class with kids several years younger, but she’s there. Parents got to sit in this week, and she kept up with the other girls, and followed directions perfectly, unlike many of the NT girls. She even volunteered when the teacher asked for leaders, and gracefully stepped aside when the teacher chose someone who had more experience.
I hadn’t realized just how awkward movement is for autistic kids, and she does struggle with smooth transitional movement. but she is interested in the class and what she’s doing. She’s even started watching the show Shimmy, and following along. (Although when her father tried to join in, she didn’t hesitate to inform him that ‘THIS dance was for girls!’)
i’m tickled, for her sake and ours. Now I’m one of those mothers anxiously hovering outside the studio, waiting. Isn’t it grand?