(NO, I am really not that cruel!)
But boy oh boy, the thought really occurred to me a few days ago when Toddler stopped dancing (she literally lives the day in her ballet slippers and tights if she’s not in school that day). She leaned gently on a chair and went up en pointe, telling me in an elevated (haha) voice, “Mom! Mom! I’m en pointe!”
Yes, my daughter is slightly obsessed with ballet:
- ballet slippers are her normal foot covering
- books on ballet to read
- we listen to the entire Nutcracker Suite every day – and have since mid-December!
- she dances every chance she gets
- she has never taken a formal ballet class, yet somehow knows an arabesque, piqué, tendu, relévé, en pointe, plié, sauté, grand jeté, coupé, passé, port de bras, and all five positions of the feet
- owns several tutus and wears them mostly to look like a ballerina
- owns a spectacular ballet costume courtesy of grandma (used, $12!!)
Yes, it’s probably time to put her in ballet classes soon – maybe when she’s four. Yes, perhaps we’re feeding the obsession.
But she loves it!
So much so that she wants to be a ballerina someday. Professionally. For a career.
Well, here’s that photo of her on her toes…..
You know what, though? Her toe point – like her mama’s – sucks! It’s not even 180 degrees. Basically, just like me, she will never be able to wear pointe shoes.
So … no professional ballerina here. Womp, womp.
How sad is that? Her dream is literally unattainable because she doesn’t have the right feet. Sorry, baby girl – genetics is a cruel bitch (just wait til you inherit my rear end … again, really sorry).
So do I crush her dreams right now and tell her she better start working on another career path? Tempting, but no. I’ll let her enjoy her carefree dancing life. Maybe she’ll dance as a fun hobby like mommy used to when she was a little girl.
Keep on dreaming, kiddo!