Clara loves to move. She loves to dance. She loves music. And she has loved her ballet classes. Unfortunately, this spring, we over scheduled ourselves and some things had to drop out of our schedule, even if only for a few months. The most heart-wrenching to let go of was the ballet class. Even though we discussed that it wouldn't be, Clara had told herself a story that there would be a performance on the last day of class. There would be a performance during the next session - a big one it sounds like, with costumes and lots of preparations. For whatever reason, though, the teacher decided to start preparing for that performance during this session, which added to Clara's conviction that she would get to be in a performance and wear one of the coveted costumes.
Sigh. So, you can imagine how her world came crashing down at our last class when the teacher and I gently explained that there was no performance, and those costumes that arrived in the big tantalizing box just before class were not for her.
Suffice it to say that screaming and crying ensued. Refusals to leave. Negotiations. Sobbing. Several sorrowful looks from other parents. Several visits from the nice man at the desk asking if everything was okay. And finally, a brilliant compromise from the nice man at the desk: would Clara like to try on one of the much-discussed costumes?
Oh, yes, she would! And she did. She was still sad, but at least was satisfied with a short romp in the costume - documented below. That girl has some incredibly strong feelings and emotions. I just hope I can help her learn how to harness them!
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