<p>I spend most of my time on the MT forum. My son went back and forth between majoring in dance or MT, he chose MT but definitely wants a program with strong dance emphasis anyway...one of his dances coaches sent me this. I wanted to share because I loved it so much. </p>
<p>What I Wont Tell You About My Ballet Dancing Son
by Ashleigh Baker</p>
<p>When you ask him about sports, hell raise his blue eyes to mine and press his lips together. Ill nod to assure him its safe, hes okay, this isnt the school lunch table where the kids can taunt.
I dance, hell say. Ballet. This year Im doing hip hop and tap and jazz, too, but ballet is my favorite.
Try as you might, progressive thinker that you are, modern and open-minded for all the decades you carry, your eyebrows will move up a quarter of an inch.
Oh! Youll tilt your head and hopefully youll smile. For a heartbeat youll spin through a lexicon of words and phrases, seeking the correct positive acknowledgment.
And Ill hold my breath as your eyes meet mine over his shaggy blonde head of hair, a wordless prayer as we wait for the moment of reaction. What does one say to a seven year old boy who is built for carrying a football but wears ballet shoes?</p>
<p>Will you be the one who nods, intrigued, silently assuming his parents must be dancers, or that weve exploited our child in an attempt at our own anti-sexism statement?
Or perhaps youll be the one who asks incredulously what his dad thinks of him doing ballet, because what dad would be okay with a son who dances?
Maybe youre the family friend who repeatedly assures him its acceptable to enjoy ballet after all, NFL players have been known to take a few ballet lessons it will be valuable when he plays real sports in a few years.
What if youre the man who scoffs in the face of my little boys uncle, declaring loudly that you would beat that boys ass to cure him of whatever it is that makes him want to dance?
You could be the distant relative who eyes him curiously at gatherings, making frequent mention of the need for masculinity and boyish pursuits, taking care he doesnt accidentally grab the pink piece of cake because, What are you, a girl?! followed by a quick inhale and, So Troy, are you still doing that ballet thing? Hows that working for you? You have any girlfriends there yet?
You might even be the one who glances over your shoulder, catching my eye knowingly, suggesting in veiled terms that we be concerned about our seven year olds sexuality.</p>
<p>So I catch your eye when you ask him about baseball and soccer, not because I dont want you to be interested or Im expecting your reaction to be as nonchalant as if he had said hes the star of the peewee basketball team. I bore my eyes into yours, conveying with a look my sons intuitive nature and telling you with silence that Im not going to answer those questions.</p>
<p>Instead, Ill tell you about a baby boy who felt music in his soul before he could crawl,grooving to the beat of push-button toys in the church nursery and spawning jokes about his young parents need to curb the tendency if he was to become a good Baptist baby.
Ill tell you about a toddler spinning on his head on the living room carpet, the grocery store linoleum, the church foyer tile, eliciting amused comments from strangers about his wannabe break dancing. Ill tell you of his unquenchable need to move in the presence of rhythm and an obvious inborn ability to feel music.
Ill revisit the memory of him bounding in the front door on a December afternoon, tossing his kindergarten backpack and, wild eyed, telling us of the music class in which people leaped and twirled to music, strong men jumped high in the air, danced on their toes and lifted ballerinas across the stage. He wore black sweat pants and a white undershirt every day of Christmas break that year, asked Santa for black ballet shoes, watched dozens of online videos of boys ballet techniques and by Christmas day had memorized every note and crescendo of the entire Nutcracker Suite.
Ill laugh and sigh and tell you of his own carefully choreographed dances to specific pieces by Beethoven, Taylor Swift and Mumford & Sons.
I can show you a clip from his first recital, when he was awarded an unsolicited, unexpected dance scholarship and hadnt a clue what it meant as he smiled and accepted the sheet of paper. Ill try to keep from beaming, as parents do, and will refrain from repeating every accolade and declaration of talent his instructors have bestowed upon him.
Ill tell you of the way he glows after a six hour practice, the finesse with which he glides across the floor, the way his very soul leaps from his eyes when he manages a toe touch or perfects a difficult series of steps. Ill show you a boy who carries himself with grace in manner and spirit, who is strong in character and skill, who is learning of compassion and team effort and how to appreciate the brilliance of lifes beauty.</p>
<p>When you ask my dancing son about this passion he carries and you catch my eye, slightly uncertain how to proceed, I wont try to convince you this was all his idea or give ten examples of his fathers unwavering pride or waste breath assuring you that my second grader isnt gay.
Ill simply tell you what he said to us after his first Nutcracker performance last winter:
Mama, it feels like my heart is flying when Im dancing. I think God made ballet because he knew Id love it.</p>