Well this is a fun story. Kate has been taking ballet lessons from a freind in the ward since Oct. every Tues. I drag all the kids to dance sit and wait and then drive home...needless to say much time has been invested. Well its the big day, we are all practiced and feeling confident. It was a small production so the recital was pretty laid back, no stress. So I thought. I called Kate over for a few quick words of encouragement. She ran over to me with a smile on her face until SPLATT she fell flat on the hard ground. She was screaming and crying, "My knee". Every mothers worst nightmare. Its time to start the show and they are the first number. Ahhhh. We tried everything to get her to go on stage but this stubburn thing was not budging. She was hurt and nobody was going to get her up there. I bribed her with a barbie, I was firm. But still remember this is a small production, so while the show has been postponed for my daughter every one is watching me try and get her on stage. So she ended up sitting out...yes her class danced without her. She sat there arms crossed with an angry face. The rest of the dances finished and I found the strength in me to go and talk to her one more time. She said she was feeling better and wanted to show daddy and Steven the dance, cuz they had not seen it . Her teacher Karen said we could do it again. Thank goodness my heart was hurting and I was screaming insideewhen she wasnt gonna dance. So here it is Kates first dance recital.
Her teacher gave her this flower and she was so proud...she did not even care about the flowers we got her. Go figure
