There’s a little dance a dancin’ in my heart
Bea and I have been going to Music Together classes for a few months now, on and off. The classes are great fun, our teacher is so enthusiastic and obviously loves spending her time making music with children, and we even learn a bit about music in the midst of having all kinds of fun singing and dancing and banging on instruments. Every week the format of the classes stays the same, and most weeks it seems like Bea is the same too.
But this week she was different, all of a sudden. Bea has been walking for several weeks, but before this week she would only walk between people, or from one piece of furniture to another. Although she had the physical skills, she hadn’t yet built up the confidence to explore more broadly. Now she’s walking around everywhere, even in music class where she has always wanted to stay close and hang on to one of my fingers when we were dancing or picking out an instrument to play.
So off she went, interacting with the other parents and children in the class, offering to share her triangle or rhythm stick, dancing in the middle of the circle or admiring the teacher’s necklace. This amazing little person, who was once nothing but a dance in my heart or a twinkle in her father’s eye, is out there in the world dancing by herself.
Now I know why parents cry when they send their kids off to kindergarten for the first time.
