As you know, I've been rather quiet on my blog these past few months. My head has been so full of another "artistic" topic that I just haven't been able to think of "bear" things to talk about with you. Today I've finally decided that perhaps it's okay to let you know about my struggles. They are certainly "good" struggles, but struggles nonetheless.
You see, our youngest daughter (age 14) has been told by many, many people that she has the potential to become a professional ballet dancer. She's even been accepted to study year-round at the Joffrey school in New York (she's not going--a bit too rich for our budget).
The trouble is that every single one of four local ballet instructors has a completely different idea of how she should proceed to achieve her dream. We just sit in the middle basically watching them "fight" (in the kindest sense of the word) for control over her.
Now, if we were trying to help her decide about colleges, we know how to do that. Graduate school, we can help her out there as well. But deciding about summer ballet training schools, there just isn't a clear path of statistics to guide us. Remember, my dear Matt, although a photographer, is primarily an amazing mechanical engineer. And, as for me, a good deal of my past training is on the scientific method. Good grief! The world of ballet is completely foreign to us.
So, anyways, our life has been turned a bit up-side-down as we've tried to navigate this brave new world. We're excited for her, scared for her, and trying to learn on the fly. She, like all children, is "precious china" with her own individual gifts. Our job now and in the future is to try to figure out who we can safely trust with our "precious china" to help her grow and develop to her full potential. We've finally decided whose advice we will take, but it certainly has been a bit of a wild emotional ride these past couple of months.
Well, there you have it. I'm not sure if I should continue to share ballet things with you or not. I guess I'll just have to play it by ear. Please know though that I'm continuing to gain strength and to make my bears, but, unfortunately, I can't show them to you for many months.
Heaps of Hugs,