Weekends wear me out.
I’m not kidding.
Most people look forward to Friday.
Monday is my favorite.
It’s not that I don’t like the weekends.
But they’re just different.
No rhyme or reason sometimes.
Kids needing to go here, there, and everywhere.
Squeezing in all the errands we didn’t do during the week.
This may seem counter-intuitive to you.
But somehow in my head it all makes sense.
This weekend was no different.
Busy as ever.
The main event?
A dance recital.
Now we are newbies to the dance world.
The older girls weren’t interested.
Alyson took it for a couple months back in the day
And then decided maybe soccer was a better fit.
(Turns out it wasn’t.)
But this year Hope decided it was time for ballet.
Inspired by her 17 year old ballerina cousin,
We signed her up.
Two classes a week.
We jumped into the deep end.
We bought leotards.
And ballet shoes.
We learned how to make a bun correctly.
There were positions to be learned.
And lots of new french words
Which I don’t understand,
But it seems as if Hope does.
Good for her.
All year the dancers work towards a goal.
The end of the year recital.
Each class has a choreographed number.
There are glittery costumes.
And dress rehearsals.
Lots of fun makeup.
This is not lost on a 10 year old.
So this weekend was the big show.
The whole family had tickets.
Sam only complained about going a little bit.
And then I reminded him about all the basketball games.
And soccer games.
And football games.
And track meets
That his sister had attended.
Without wanting to.
Now it was his turn to go and cheer her on.
This seemed to make sense to him.
That and, possibly, some threatening looks from his mother.
By the day of recital,
Hope was ready to go.
A little nervous,
But up for the challenge.
And don’t know if you realized,
But striped tennies always give you a little more confidence in a new situation.
The recital went off without a hitch.
Lots of sweet dancers
Doing their thing.
Lots of proud parents and siblings whooping and hollering
in the audience.
Maybe that was just us.
Hope was a little bit mortified,
But we didn’t care.
After the festivities ended,
There were flowers.
And photo ops.
And then there were cheeseburgers and fries all around.
Because that’s the way we roll at our house.
And now that it’s all over and done.
I’m thankful for a Monday.
With kids back at school.
I think I’ll take a little time to drink a cup of tea.
And plan for the week.
And take a breath.