My love. I watched you at your dance class today with your black leotard and skirt, pink, sparkly leg warmers and jazz shoes, ponytail high on your head.
I watched your wide smile as you watched yourself move in the mirror. You found your hips, your ribs, almost forgot that your shoulders are not your elbows, but...your shoulders. You moved your body with the confidence of the lead dancer of the Ballet.
You led the small group of kids in across the floor exercises. You ran and leapt with joy and chassed with your arms extended out on either side of your narrow shoulders.
When you were done, you were cool with sweat and you exclaimed: "That was a really great dance class."
I replied: "Yeah, you looked so good in there, you looked like a girl with a lot of self confidence."
And you asked: "What's self confidence?"
I don't remember what I answered, I probably didn't answer, because Lil Sis needed help so that she didn't fall in the toilet. I got lost in thought....when will her self-confidence be threatened? How can I freeze this moment of sublime self esteem? Self Confidence. Love. Art. Life.