A Third Line

My 5 year old daughter has been taking dance classes for a few years. I remember when she first took ballet, she always wanted to be in the front of the line to do the next activity. It got to a point where she was inching her way to the front every time, even if another kid was already in front.

I noticed this early on and had a talk with her about waiting her turn. It seemed to affect her mood in dance class and for the next few weeks, she didn’t want to participate. We had a few more talks about it and luckily she grew out of that phase. She has loved dance since then and hasn’t had an issue with being in line wherever she is.

The other day in her dance class, they formed two lines to practice their moves like they usually do. My daughter is usually in front, but for some reason she was not today. It’s a relatively small class, so it was easy to be in the front most of the time, but I observed my daughter start her own third line that was in the middle of the other two lines. Not sure what exactly happened, but the teacher just went with it.

For the second half of the class, my daughter was happily doing every practice move by leading her own line. She was having a blast and I couldn’t help but smile at the whole thing and thinking about how this dance journey started for her a few years ago. She’s still at it and wanting to be at the front of the line. Some things never change.