Parenting is often about firsts when there’s only one child. First this, first that — first dance recital.
I’ve never been interested in dance, but even if I were, I’d pick a small-town dance school’s summer recital over even the greatest ballet. There’s a charm and an innocence in the young girls that unifies an auditorium filled with strangers and makes us all feel truly optimistic for 120 minutes.
Of course, it was the Girl’s scene that stole my heart.
Later, we had a sad conversation. “Tata, they were laughing at us.”
How do you explain the joy behind the laughter? How do you explain that the audience was enjoying the performance so much that it brought them to laughter? K and I tried, but I’m not sure we convinced her.