Hope is dancing in the air

In terms of parenting, I’m currently in the season of chauffeur. It’s a word I struggle to pronounce and a job I sometimes struggle to enjoy.

In the early years of baby boogie classes, it was always at the moment we were supposed to be heading out the door that I was instead searching frantically for the right colored leotard or a missing ballet shoe … and always, my keys.

Land Minds

There can be opinions about the nature of today’s organized sports. I get it. It’s very often my daughter’s interests that shape the schedule; her practice times determine when (so therefore, what) dinner will be. And while maintaining a balance is vital, so is learning valuable lessons. My dad learned grit and tenacity from moving outhouses. His granddaughter learns them through pirouettes and arabesques. He wouldn’t choose either option, but I know which one she would.

By Laura Cole