I signed Munch up for dance class. She had been begging me since this summer when a friend of hers had a birthday party at a dance studio. I did some research, and I found an amazing studio about five minutes from our house. When I saw Munch twirl around the studio, I knew I had made the right decision.
This studio introduces the children to the basics of ballet, tap, tumbling and movement. This is the type of training I had. The dancer in me squealed with delight that her hair needs to be in a bun. I swooned over the gorgeous ballet and tap shoes.
I loved dance, and I miss it dearly. I danced ballet for 6 1/2 years, pointe for 2 1/2 years, 1 year of tap and 1 year of jazz. These skills never taught me to be less clumsy much to my mom’s chagrin. It gave me a leg up in auditions since I could pick up choreography quickly. As I got into my later twenties, I became discouraged with dance. All these young girls in community theatre with me were so much better. I was carrying around extra pounds, and my body didn’t move like it used to.
I hope that dance and performing brings Munch the same joy it brought me. I am spending my journey back to physical strength by indulging in my old passion – dance. It is an amazing workout, and I miss it. Keep your fingers crossed that I can find some money in the budget for a pair of tap shoes for myself.
This studio espouses the same classical training that I took. I am cognizant that this is Munch’s choice, not mine. So I’m sitting outside the studio, enjoying some quiet time. She and I decided together where I should sit. My greatest joy is helping her learn the concepts. It’s do amazing when she gets it. I can see the lightbulb go off in her mind as she learns to control her body. I am grateful that we share this mutual interest for now.