We walk in to the dance theater and register. The place is packed full of a range of ballerinas. I immediately start sizing my girl up to every other ballerina in sight. After getting her into her slippers, her father and I offer some words of encouragement. At this point, I am pretty much vomiting a little bit in my mouth. Bella is unphased. She just wants to get on with it and get her part. Her confidence is inspirational.
Time passed s-l-o-w-l-y. I watch her ascend the stairs, my little girl, and I realize this is just one more of those firsts in life that I can not do for her. She is excited and a little nervous, but mostly excited. I am a half a breath away from falling to the ground and assuming the fetal position.
Uh oh! The mice have been cast. Where is my Bella? Oh, no my worst fears are coming true. She is not a mouse. All I could think was, she will be heart broken. Pull it together Debi. You have to be strong for your girl. I was going over all my pep talks in my head. "It's OK, next year we can try again", " You are a great dancer, there were a lot of little girls trying out and everyone deserves a chance", "Mommy loves you, these people are stupid (LOL,I'd never say that..well, probably not)". I shot my husband an "Oh Shit" look. He gave me the "breathe woman" look, as usual. I congratulated the other little girl. She was so proud.
Then ,15 minutes later, another group is released. I see Bella. She is holding an envelope. All I could think of was "how the hell am I going to explain why she's not a mouse". She walked over to me all smiles ( poor unsuspecting fool). I asked her how the audition went. She thought it went fabulous. She used to be taught by the director ( who was actually at audition selection) and she was just so exited to see Ms.Prima Ballerina. It's really all that she cared about. Then I took the envelope out of her hands, I braced myself, and I opened it.Deep breath!
She wasn't a mouse. She was a SNOWFLAKE! It's a bigger, more advanced part and she gets to wear a white tutu , with a tiara and dance as snow falls onto stage. She was happy. Her Daddy and sister were proud and happy for her. I was relieved and so full of pride of my little girl that I thought I might bust at the seams. I texted every family member we have, on both sides, and told them to pencil in the weekend of December 10-12 to come and see our Bella in her stage debut as a snowflake. Her first performance as a ballerina will be attended by every family member who can make it. There will be a showering of flowers and love on our little girl at a dinner in her honor. It will be a night she will not forget. And to think, I almost vomited over a snowflake.
Bella, you are always Mommy's Prima Bellarini. I am so proud of you. You will not be capable of understanding this feeling that I have until you have your own child. It is more than any pride that I have ever felt in myself. I love you! 9/11/10 First Audition date ever