Supportive Family

My family~

Wow have they supported me. When I started dancing in my diapers to the Beach Boys, they understood and enrolled me at 4 in ballet. Then at 6 in gymnastics and at 8 in every other form of dance. They spent so much money and time driving me to my lessons 5 times a week for 8 years. And when I decided to quit dancing at my studio, they understood that it was because of the politics and not because I hated dance. Those 12 years of dance lessons were not wasted. I've still kept up on my dancing by taking at least one class at all times and two during the summer. Dancing is not just a hobby for me anymore. It is a way to stay in shape, and has become my favorite thing to do, whether in my room, at dance class, or on stage. That feeling that you get when you're about to go on stage and put forth your emotions in front of a large group of people is amazing. And then to walk off stage and see your parents there cheering and smiling after every single performance is so comforting. So to all you parents out there, thank you, especially mine. And to those of you who think that dancing is a waste of time, I urge you to reconsider. Dancing strengthens the mind, body, and soul and can be an outlet to your child for their whole entire life. I leave you with this, to touch your heart as it did mine.

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger. May you never take one single breath for granted. God forbid love ever leave you empty handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean. Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens. Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance...I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance. Never settle for the path of least resistance. Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking. Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth making. Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter. When you come close to selling out reconsider. Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance...I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean. Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens. Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, dance. I hope you dance." ~ LeeAnn Womack