Pride

My newly 4 year old Kathleen took her first ballet/tap class today.  She was perfect.  I mean she was better than most of the girls in the class and she had never taken any type of class before.  She listened to the teacher, and imitated everything demonstrated.  She didn't play around or pick her nose.  She was actively participating, learning, and smiling a huge over-the-moon smile the entire time.  I was watching from the waiting room window, a smile a mile wide of my own.  I know the other parents waiting in that room thought I was a complete idiot; those dried up prunes of parents barely glanced through the window at their darlings.  Kathleen was clearly the star of this show, dancing with as much skill and enthusiasm as I would expect from her after a year of lessons.  I know I had a little tunnel vision as I sat in that waiting room, bubbly and excited for my daughter, my baby, my prima ballerina, my Kathleen.