The Dancer

As she stands at the mirror with her feet in a “v” and her delicate hands placed gently on the bar, her reflection is of a child. No longer my baby that I cradled in my arms, and sang to sleep. She’s my beautiful girl, growing up, expressing her tiny world through dance and song. She dances with such poise and grace, confidence and creativity, revealing her emotions through her movements. She dances as if she is an old soul, telling me all the stories of her life. Her spirit emanates from her and captures me, just as it did when I first held her in my arms. And like that day, five years ago, I am ever so grateful to be honored with her presence.