This week I had the opportunity to sit in on one of her lessons and I realised - as I watched her throw herself about, twirl and spin, pose in dramatic fashion and hang off her teacher's every word - that I had a lump in my throat and tears threatening to fall. Not at her skills and dancing capability - yet - she has a long way to go and is very much at the Bambi-on-ice stage of learning to dance.
I felt emotional watching her as I realised I was proud.
Proud of my little girl, who joined a class full of other girls aged from younger than her right up to late teens, and didn't bat an eyelid at saying hello and making new friends. Proud of my little girl, who had no hesitance whatsoever in launching herself across a room, swinging her arms for all her worth, running as fast as she could and exactly as she had been told to, without a shred of self-consciousness. Proud of my little girl, who has quickly idolised her dance teacher and listened intently to every instruction, trying her hardest to please. Proud of my confident, outgoing, determined and enthusiastic daughter... All the qualities that frustrate me at times but ultimately I wouldn't change for the world.
She may not end up with a career as a singer, or a dancer - she may change her mind a dozen times over before she even reaches her teens - but the qualities and attributes she has now, the confidence and interpersonal skills she's developing at seven I am certain will take her places in life - wherever she may wish to go.
And that made me proud. A very proud mum indeed.
Best wishes
Debbie
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