So on Wednesday I had the absolute privilege of attending our Goddaughter’s dance lesson to take some photos. To be honest, I was having a bit of a lull in confidence at the time as some photos I’d edited hadn’t quite been as good as I’d hoped and Pru had started to peck at my head a bit. Therefore, when I was told the lesson was only 15 minutes long I went in to a mild panic as it can take me that long to figure out the settings on my blummin’ camera!
So, before leaving for the lesson, in prep, I got Mr W prancing round the lounge (minus tutu – he drew the line at that!), to practice my settings and left home feeling actually quite nervous.
But as soon as Martha started dancing? OMG. Everything just stopped. My heart was literally bulging with pride – it was beautiful to watch and I found myself mesmerised, fighting back tears, feeling super emosh.
She was incredible. So much so, I almost forgot to take any photos! Watching the sheer joy in her face and the effortlessness with which she moved about the studio. Simply stunning. Her confidence and love for what she was doing was infectious.
And I tried to remember a time when I had felt that confident in my own skin, that care free, genuinely living in the moment. And I couldn’t.
I don’t remember a time that I haven’t felt awkward and self conscious. Plagued by comparison and self doubt. And it makes me sad to think that it’s actually quite normal to feel that way as I know I am certainly not alone in those feelings.
But it gave me hope seeing Martha. That the next generation will be more comfortable in their own skin. We have a duty to ensure they absolutely do. And I’m going to take a very valuable lesson away from watching Martha:
Dance like no one’s watching and enjoy every blummin’ moment.
Oh, and Martha’s little Ninja sister wanted in on the action too. Cuteness overload!