The Proud Mama

I call this picture “The Proud Mama”.

Yep, that’s my reflection in the mirror in the back of the dance studio. You can see from the look on my face that pride is literally radiating from my being.

Why am I so proud? You may think it’s because I am responsible for birthing this incredibly adorable ballerina. And, yes, that’s part of it. But what I’m most proud of is the fact that my baby girl is doing this. She is participating in her first dance class – her first independent extra-curricular activity, actually – and I couldn’t be happier for her.

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Forget Report Cards

I have come to realize that in the long run these grades, the ones we often place so much value on, don’t really matter. Grades are not the “be all and end all” to who my daughter is. No, not one bit.

Here are some things that DO matter:

-The smile on my daughter’s face each morning when it’s time to leave for school.

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