This was a big weekend for Sydney. I prepared myself by getting a new memory card and batteries for my camera, and an 1T external hard drive to handle all the pictures (as well as a few others that I'll be taking over the course of my life). There were pictures to be snapped and video to be taken. Earlier in the week I sewed part of a costume. I bought brand new tights. I practiced doing Sydney's make-up and hair.
It was dance recital weekend.
We were prepared.
There was a near disaster Friday night when Sydney's ears started hurting again, and she was absolutely miserable. "I know I can't cry for my recital," she sobbed, "but my ears hurrrrrt. I'll be *sob* brave though. Because no one *sob* likes to see a dancer cry." I promise I did not give her a "The Show Must Go On" speech. She is just very much her mother's daughter.
Fortunately, Grandma Sharon came to the rescue and took Sydney to urgent care to get some antibiotics. One dose and the pain subsided. (As for why I didn't take Sydney myself...it all happened while we were hearing Jerry Seinfeld's act.) Whew.
Saturday morning, I woke up with laryngitis which was the perfect blend of chaos that we needed to go with Sydney's reduced hearing. I couldn't talk loudly; she couldn't hear. We were like the pre-school version of Abbott and Costello. What did you say? Talk louder! What?
It was okay though because really all I had to do was clap and whistle at the performance. I wasn't in charge, and I had very few directions to give. It was Sydney's moment in the spotlight, and I didn't need to be messing it up with extra speeches or unnecessary advice. I didn't even have to take pictures because I had taken pictures at the dress rehearsal so I wouldn't have to fuss with anything during the performance.
She did marvelously.
She was a tap dancing penguin. Probably one of the prettiest little tap dancing penguins you've ever seen. It was a growing year for her, learning this new style of dance. Sydney is more drawn to ballet and the graceful movements, but she learned to love the sounds of tap and the ability to make her feet noisy. Even though her class did both ballet and tap, the primary focus was on tap.
She's learned all sorts of amazing things. Shuffle hop stamp. Four-count riffs. Five-count riffs. It's a different kind of movement than the usual twirling and leaping, but it was so good for her to be stretched.
It helps that her teachers are amazing. So professional. So talented. The choreography for the advanced ballet class was incredible. One of the saddest things about moving from Salem is that we won't be back at Discovery School of Dance next year. Sydney has been in Ms. Erin's class for two years now, and although we've been making the hour-plus drive for her class for a couple months now, it's not really practical. So we're in search of a new school.
As I watched Sydney perform, I couldn't have been prouder. I was excited for her, knowing how much she wanted to do a good job; I was relieved that everything went well; I was amazed that this little person has grown into a little girl who teaches me what she's learned at school.
"Oh!" she gushed afterwards. "We did it! I loved it!" She couldn't stop smiling. Neither could I.
My little dancer who learned the thrill of clicking and tapping and stomping her feet...Bravo.
Here's video (2:48) from the dress rehearsal (which explains the noisy background). Sydney is 3rd in from the left.