My Ballerina

Charlie Mae had her first ballet recital on Friday Night. My ever so energetic & always entertaining little mop top had a sudden case of STAGE FRIGHT!



I almost fell outta my seat, she would practice, practice, practice and a phrase which became like breathing was "are you watching me? are you watching me?" Of course we were! How could we not, as she consumed the room she was in....and after leaving the stage, she was back to herself. I no longer have a fear of her leaving me for the New York Ballet, as I don't know if she would go with out her mommy =) She did provide a darling performance, not missing a beat AFTER the recital was over for friends. Oh to be three. I was so proud of her, stage fright and all....my ballerina, my mop top girl. And I was very proud of her brother as well, who sat through the evening without complaint. He was the first to hug his sister and tell her, how beautiful she looked, and how very well she did. He told her throughout the evening that he thought she did very well and that she looked so beautiful. I was not only proud of my ballerina girl, but of my ballerina's brother.