I just drove 40 minutes to see my daughter in her final dance recital before she gets her teacher’s license in Highland dancing. She has been dancing since she was 3. She originally started because of many health issues. At the time she was in the 3rd percentile. The reason I put her in Highland dancing was to help strengthen her core. It turned that wee little sprite of a girl into a strong young woman who is still tiny but strong and muscular.
I find these recitals overwhelming. I came early to get a seat on the aisle because I get anxiety being close to people and making small talk. I currently have a wicked ear infection and it feels like I have a nail in my ear. But for all that I have to see her dance. I know I am going to cry. I am so unbelievably proud. She is an award winning dancer, on the Principle’s list and just a great human. How I managed it I don’t know. I think my parents can take the credit. If my mom was alive she would be bursting.
After this we will rush back to our community and I will see a play she is in. And in 18 days she will graduate high school. I wonder what is next? I always thought getting my kids to graduation things would go smoothly from there but this stage has its own worries and fears. Maybe even more so. Because she is now an adult and on her own and making her own way. Any control I had, real or imagined is gone. It’s scary!