Ah, June… Summer is at our doorstep, the days are (almost all of them) seeming to get a little bit longer, and for the second year in a row I am partaking in my daily blogging exercise, marginally focused along a theme I’ve simply called Those 30 posts in June. No planning. No writing stuff days ahead. Just this: each day a meanderingly vague prompt drives a meanderingly vague post… and today that post just happens to be:
June 9th // Something You Have Heard
I married a dancer. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that my daughter is quickly becoming one, too.
After a second season of Saturday morning dance practices and a couple months of rehersals, today was the day for Claire’s dance recital. We were up early. We skipped our regular Saturday pancake routine in favour of brunch out with both sets of grandparents — up for the show, of course.
And then Claire was whisked backstage to dress and prepare, while we shuffled into the theatre for an hour and a half of little-kids-dancing… often to the drone of bagpipes. Did I mention both my wife and my daughter are HIGHLAND dancers?
The show went as expected, and Claire rocked her segment showing up — in this not-so-humble father’s opinion at least — the rest of the pre-schoolers in her class. They were dressed in black leotards with little bunches of bright yellow feathers tacked on their backsides in a piece called… well, called something about ‘ducks.’
And the bagpipes played on.
It is a sound I’m sure I’ll be hearing for many years to come, what with being firmly labeled with the moniker of “dance-dad” now.