There’s an extent to which all three year olds love dancing, love looking at themselves and love performing in general. And then at a certain point as you are watching your daughter dance on an empty stage at the shopping centre or swan in front of a full length mirror at the hairdresser whilst holding a conversation with herself or asking you to take picture after picture of her, you just kind of know.
There are two things I know about this scenario.
One is that by being a blogger I might have created some kind of performance-loving monster who thrives on being videoed, photographed and documented every minute of her life
Or the second one is that I have a true performer on my hands and I should expand her extra-curricular activities beyond swimming to give my little bird some wings.
I’m thinking about doing swimming lessons on a seasonal basis just for two terms in the warmer months so that I have the time (and more importantly money) to send her to other classes in the remaining terms. There’s a gymnastic school up the road that I think she would just love. She’s always showing me new ‘cool tricks’ that she’s taught herself on the trampoline. Or enrol her in a dance class of some kind.
I’m a bit torn in between the two at the moment and I’m not sure which one she’d prefer to do. But whatever I choose I just get that very strong feeling that it might be a little bit closer to her life’s calling.
I could be wrong of course. It’s been known to happen. Alot. But I’ve just got a feeling.