I’m hoping to limit my kids’ extracurricular activities to one at a time. I have no desire to ever be called a “soccer mom.” I dislike the term almost as much as “play date.” Ick. And I really don’t want to drive all over town, mini-van or not. But Elena started a dance class today (we arrived by bike), and it was also one of Sylvan’s two karate days a week. Here a few shots of them in action.
It was interesting to watch Elena respond to a class that a number of the other little girls have already taken. Those girls had seen a tap shuffle and ballet’s first position before, and neither of those things is particularly easy for someone who’s only been walking for two years and skipping for a few months. When she felt overwhelmed, Elena stepped out of class and came over to me. I’ve done the same myself in classes where I’m getting too much choreography in too little time; I step out of class and sit down, feeling like it will never permeate my brain to make it into my body. I told Elena she could stand with me but that she couldn’t sit on my lap. She went back and participated. Then, when she needed reassurance, she’d come get a hug and then return to the class.
Ready for battle, but all about defense
awesome moves!
great smile and great tattoo