Thursday, September 1, 2016

I Blinked

I vividly remember Issa's first dance class. Her tiny little pink skirt and ballet shoes. The tentative tap tap tap of tiny black tap shoes. Her complete wonder at the big girl dancer that helped her. I remember being so grateful for a big girl that would tie her shoes and give her hugs and be a role model.

And then I blinked:
Issa is assisting in class for the first time this year. 12 tiny three and four year-olds look to her and her friend as the big girls. I saw Issa tie shoes and give hugs and point out left from right. She fixed skirts and held hands and smiled big. And my heart nearly exploded.

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