While she was in her Saturday morning ballet class, I'd be across the street having a nice cup at the Irish Tea Shop while visiting with the chef before lunch rush. After her class ended, we'd head to a great breakfast spot for brunch. She's particularly fond of bacon.
Conversation was usually nothing too special. But it's the beginning of that female connection that I hope she trusts when she really needs to talk.
The reason I'm encouraging ballet for her is because she inherited my pronated ankles. If she doesn't learn to hold herself up, she'll also have to deal with my osteoarthritis. And I'd hate to have to see myself in the mirror in a leotard. Heck, I'm going to public pools in my aquatard - because it IS your Grandmother's swimming suit. And it covers all my embarrassments.
I saw exactly what I expected in the mirror. I have huge, thick legs. I also saw graceful arms, a long neck, and an ability to catch on quickly. No way will I ever do ballet in public, but I know I'm going to enjoy this class.
After we were both done, Bridget got a Tootsie Pop. I sipped water. There is no better motivation for not killing my calorie burn than seeing a human version of the Fantasia elephants (It's really hippopotamus - but I had to look that up...)
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