We did have a lovely time and my niece did wonderfully. My littlest girls particularly liked the theatre seats that automatically fold under their light weight, leaving their tiny feet the only part of their bottom halves that are visible. The seats squeak in a particularly fascinating way as well. My oldest daughter, however, was quietly and seriously attentive and I noticed an intensity in her attitude that began to concern me. That quiet focus continued in the car and at home and I knew she was a little unhappy.
She had danced ballet for the same school for 3 years and loved every minute of it. She never wanted to stop but her dad and I ultimately decided it was to best to find a different activity for her. In spite of the fact that she has had phenomenal success in other activities, particularly in sport, she has never lost her desire to be a dancing princess. Her melancholy expressed that sense of loss and also probably a little envy.
I have an intense personality and tend to become passionately attached to any activity we are currently involved in. When we were in dance, I loved dance. I was a bit surprised at the recent show to discover that I don't actually love dance. What I really and passionately love is my daughter. She is no longer a ballerina nor would I like her to be. But I want her to feel as beautiful as her cousin looked in her sparkling tutu and flowered hair. She is that beautiful already but is entering that age when we begin to lose sight of it.
My daughter is now a young athlete and I have no trouble becoming enthusiastic about competition and sport. There absolutely is beauty in sport. Athletic skill requires a coordination and grace of moments combined to produce a particular and successful action. Like ballet, movements are carefully orchestrated to a purpose and a well-executed athletic movement can certainly be described as beautiful.
There are dangers inherent in both sport and dance. The culture of dance (where physical beauty is an absolute standard) can exaggerate and overemphasis the female focus on physical appearance and narcissistic tendencies are common. The culture of sport can neglect femininity entirely and pressure a young lady to adopt more masculine tendencies (not all of them healthy even in males).
I know there can be a healthy compromise in athletics but it is increasingly difficult when a culture as a whole devalues the feminine virtues. A girl who is modest, gentle and compassionate has become the minority in sport where vulgar language, violence and mean-spiritedness has become common. To be fair, these qualities are also frequently seen in the most beautiful of ballerinas who dazzle audiences with their grace on stage and then drag on their cigarettes while spewing profanities in the green room.
The solution is in the heart and character of each little girl and her home. If she comports herself with modesty and humility and grace at home, she will not have difficulty bringing it to her talent venue. Femininity does not exclude a courageous and competitive spirit on the field or court but it places limits on improper expression. Femininity is not automatically generated by beautiful costume but is revealed through offstage character.
As my husband and I held our daily late-night conference, I confessed that I thought our daughter was the most beautiful girl in that entire theatre, on stage and off. My unbiased opinion, of course. The wistful look in her eye did not detract from that beauty but added to it as I recognized her character going through some growing pains.
This post is not ultimately about the choice between one physical activity over another but rather about a mother's desire for her daughter to grow up secure in the knowledge that she is loved and confident in her identity as beloved, good and beautiful. Not in the narcissistic way of a worldly ballerina nor with the "I rock!" mentality of a secular athlete; but with the joy-filled confidence of a daughter of the King. The details of the journey are a little more complicated and frightening at times. Fortunately, I have a daughter who still loves to hold my hand. I'm sure I need it just as much as she.