Dance camp was the talk around the snack table for weeks before it came. They couldn’t wait to go. I had blurry-edged visions of sparkly tulle, princess crowns and smiling children taking bows. Having twin girls does that to a pink-loving mommy. As they have a habit of doing, dreams reluctantly gave way to practical reality, and the week didn’t quite go as I had so fantastically imagined.
To read more about what my brown-eyed reluctant dancer taught me about courage, visit (in)courage. It’s my first post ever over there. Yikes!