The other day we had Madison's final dance class of the year. Insane how cute this is. It's similar to watching little league ball. You know where you find yourself yelling "run! you hit the ball! You run to the base! Don't stop!" Just the simple things except here, you're thinking "um, not one person is skipping". It's awesome.
But, they're learning the basics. Positions, pointing and flexing toes, raising arms, leaping, following others, it's all necessary and good to practice now in the hopes it'll just be part of the future dancer they'll become. That is if they stick with it.
Another difference is her individuality. Like in the picture below. She refuses to dance with a scarf. She used to love it. I think she had some trouble getting the color she wanted, maybe doesn't like the manual labor of folding it before returning, I don't know. Either way, she chooses not to use one. For over a year now. She refuses. Doesn't care. Has no reason except "because I don't want to" and she moves on with her life. We are blessed that her teacher doesn't care. Somewhere inside I'm mortified. But, I'm learning to just go with it. It's her world.
Heaven help us. We will need it.