Do you know what that is? That is a very blurry picture of my little ballerina at her recital on Saturday. I really hate it that the picture is so crappy because that was a big moment. I almost regret even trying to capture it on film because I would have rather been in the moment than trying -- and failing badly -- to capture it. (I have a very basic camera and they asked us not to use a flash = bad pictures).
This is a big moment because I never really thought it would happen. That little girl in that picture is the same little girl who, a year ago, crawled under a table and cried because she didn't want to sing a group song at preschool. This is the same little girl who when asked to perform in any way -- whether it was saying her ABC's or showing her grandparents the silly dance she made up -- would hide her face in my leg and refuse.
The little girl who came out on the stage on Saturday didn't resemble that old little girl at all, except for the dimples and the sweet smile. This little girl watched her teacher and performed all the moves (though she was a little shy when it came time to "shake her tushie"). This little girl confidently jete'd across the stage in front of a crowd of thirty or so strangers.
This little girl has come so far since last year. And I couldn't be more proud of her.