June takes ballet on Saturday mornings. It's a little dream world. The simplicity and the discipline is so appealing to me, partly because of the stark comparison to our everyday life:
Ballet: Beautiful, clear music.
Home: Music, and 100 other noises on top.
Ballet: Fold sweet pink clothes as your get ready for class.
Home: Throw everything, everywhere, and generally miss whatever the desired placement may be.
Ballet: Stretch, long neck, look up, reach out.
Home: Hunker in and scramble to move in 10 directions at once.
Ballet: Singular focus.
Home: Constant multi-tasking.
Ballet: Little dancers coordinate moves, flow together.
Home: Little "dancers" seem always to be going in opposing directions.
Ballet: Room is virtually free of any clutter.
Home: Not a single room is free of clutter.
Ballet: Floor shines, reflects sweet little dancing bodies.
Home: Floor is covered with milk and orange juice and spit up and I won't elaborate any more.
Ballet: Everyone seems so peaceful, so poised.
Home: Poise is not even on the priority list. Peace is always the distant dream.
I really do love June's ballet. She loves it, too. Maybe even for some of the same reasons. In fact, I have a new idea. I think our whole family should start doing ballet. We could experience a complete transformation.
My favorite photo is at the barr....
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