Warning: this post will only hold some interest to the mums out there. My apologies.
It’s no secret that I have recently been bursting at the seams with new-found pride in our little girl. Well, this weekend my pride levels rocketed once more. Saturday saw her jazz dancing debut in our capital. She and her fellow dancers wiggled their tiny behinds to Elvis’s Jailhouse Rock (which explains the striped costume). Munchkin was inmate number 21. 😀
Her dad had to work and we didn’t manage to meet up with friends so after the show we had some girly time walking around Victoria’s streets and ended up eating crêpes (lemon and sugar for me, Nutella and strawberries for Munchkin).
Dancing apart, what really impressed me about Munchkin this weekend is the realisation (once more) that she is a much more complex person than I give her credit for. With complex I don’t mean complicated, but that there are many layers to her personality now and some of the layers I had never witnessed before. I was amazed at how outgoing she is and how popular too (if I may say so myself). I sound sickeningly in love with my own child (which I am) but I couldn’t help feeling surprised every time she ran off in a different direction “just to say hello” to various girls who were out with their parents and whom I had never seen or heard of. And all said girls (usually a little older than Munchkin) hugged her and kissed her cheeks. Every time I asked her who the latest person she said hello to was, she would reply nonchalantly “Oh, she’s a friend”. I don’t think I knew that many people before I hit 20!