I found her that day with untied tap shoes on her feet and eyes red from crying.
We zipped into the ballet studio, one mom and three girls (plus one baby boy) on a mission.
Three daughters in four back-to-back and sometimes overlapping dance classes during observation week. This means instead of huddling in my minivan or zooming around town doing errands in between classes, I sat in the corner of the dance class taking pictures.
We all piled into my youngest daughter’s class except for my tap-dancing girl who left to change into her tap-tap-tappy shoes. I watched the clock carefully and slipped out just in time to check on her before her tap class began.
She wiped her eyes and explained, “I couldn’t get the ribbons on my shoes tied and I didn’t have anyone to help me….”
I tied the ribbons swiftly and then smoothed down her…
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