I Hope You Dance

There is a shopping strip mall near our house that I frequent.  I go there for the dry cleaners, mailing center, GNC, bagel shop and even our dentist is there.  I avoid lingering in the area for too long because there is a children's dance studio next to our dentist's office and I often see little girls in pink tutus going to and coming from the studio and I think about what cannot be.  In fact, last week I took Grace to the dentist and saw the same identical twin girls I saw last year in their leotards and tutus.  I felt the same pain in my heart I felt last time I saw them.  Does Grace see them too?  Does she feel that pain?  

The pain this time was a little less however...although Grace doesn't have perfect ballet form and can't walk in ballet slippers, she can dance.  She loves to move her arms about and twist her hips.  She may never perform in front of an audience and bow to applause but there is true joy in her movements and that is what really matters.  I don't care HOW she dances, just that she is happy enough to dance.  Grace, my hope is that one day you will walk...but more than that I hope you dance.