Having never danced myself, or even watched a dance recital, I had no idea what to expect. Fortunately, the other mommies did; they collected money for pizza and chicken nuggets; encouraged everyone to contribute for a snack table; and brought coloring books and crayons.
The little kids (to include Baby Chip) and I spent more than three hours at the high school for dress rehearsal, Friday night, and more than four hours for the recital, Saturday night. This sounds much worse than it actually was, and how often can a person say that? But honestly, I found "picture night" much more stressful because of the quick costume changes, also because of Chip's uncharacteristic fussiness. (He behaved himself perfectly for the girls' big weekend.)
My parents drove up from East Tennessee for the recital, and Jim and Cade were in the audience, of course, as well as Andrea and Barry, our friend Jymmi, and the girls' Sunday school teacher Beth. Everyone lasted until the end and loved on the girls; how blessed are our little ones? Andrea and Barry came back to the log cabin with dinner down to the apple pie; how blessed am I?
I don't know, yet, whether the girls will continue with dance, but I couldn't be happier with their (our) first experience with it. I love that even two-year-old Charleigh was given the weekly opportunity to follow directions from Miss Teresa. I was reading this post, earlier, and Charleigh really did come a long way. Both girls did.