T was one of a select few students that performed at a cocktail gala last night. I was so overwhelmingly proud of her. T did 3 dance performances, two of which were variations of african dance. In addition, one of her poems caught the attention of the charter school’s Executive Director. He requested that it be one of the readings!!! Another student read it but STILL!! Proud Proud Proud!!! *giving myself a pat on the back*.
The place was beautiful, she had a great time. One of the great things about Tis that when she’s doing something she loves, she does not get nervous. I wanna say that she got her dancing talent honest (from moi! lol), but whenever I danced I was a BALLLL of nerves. Not this girl..she’s dusting her shoulders off…go T.
I’ve decided if an she is accepted to this dance school she wants to attend that I’ll let her go. Originally I nixed the idea because there is a christian school with a great curriculum that I preferred. I let her audition last week just so she wouldn’t hate me her entire life for denying her dream. It’s a public school and I figured if money got really funny than at least I’ll have a back up. My parent interview is tomorrow, after that they will determine if she is accepted. Funny how things change.
I’ll stipulate that I’m giving her one year to show me that she can excel in dancing and do her best in her personal best in her academics. *exhale* My baby’s growing up. It’s scary how fast time passes. I’m hard on my girls. I am. I hope she/they know how proud I am of their accomplishments. I tell them..I do, but I hope they get it. I hope my praise is not overshadowed by my critiques. *Thinking of something special I can do for her on Thursday*
