When I was a young girl, I danced every day. Dance was my escape from the pressures of growing up, my safe retreat. My raggedy, old, pointe shoes are still with me and, I must admit, a source of pride for the craft to which I was once so devoted.
Fast forward 20 years. Now, she's the dancer. Last night, in a room crowded with over 500 people, I watched in awe. Her pirouettes are spectacular. Her newly found love of lyrical dance apparent in her grace and presence. The grand finale was a whole cast production number set to "Fame," the theme song from the TV show that was once a source of inspiration for me. My worlds collided and I was moved to tears.
My girls both have their own interests and talents. The can do things I could never do. They see things I can never see. But once in a while, we share a passion. We share an unspoken love of a craft that moves our souls. And it takes my breath away.
