Tonight was prenatal yoga, and since the space doubles as a ballet studio, there are barres along the front and side walls.During class, we had the opportunity to use them — doing some stretches and then for tree pose (which I can still do, even 6-mths pregnant) and dancer pose (which I definitely wobbled during but ultimately survived!).
(Side note: Since my sense of balance has been shifting, I’ve been singing, “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down …” — sparked by the resurgence of the Weebles TV spot, v. 2010!)
Working on the barre brought me back to my childhood and early teenage years and made me miss ballet enormously. I started dancing at age 3, and over the next 12 years, I took tap, jazz, ballet (and later pointe), but ballet was always my favorite.
I didn’t stop dancing til I was 15 when, sophomore year, I was one of only four girls to make the Varsity cheerleading team and the time commitment was too great between practices, games, competitions — in addition to coaching my little sister’s squad on the side. Ultimately, dancing had to go.
And though I loved cheering, a part of me always missed ballet and how it made me feel.
No, I was never the thinnest girl in class; I was never the most delicate or the most agile. But my dance teachers always complimented me on how graceful I was, how flexible I was, how good my turnout was … and in pink tights and a black leotard, I felt like one of the crowd — like I belonged.
Tonight, working at the barre and then later on the mat, I found myself channeling that inner girl who was graceful and strong and powerful … and when I turned in the mirror and noticed my round, perky belly (in a tight tank and yoga pants, I definitely have bump action going on) I felt incredible … realizing what I’m doing for my body and how good it was making me feel.
I’m sure we’ll enroll Baby Girl in ballet when she’s old enough, but I’m seriously considering taking some adult classes after she’s born or, at the very least, ordering some ballet DVDs. Being in a studio tonight reminded me how much I really, truly miss it. Funny how it took going to prenatal yoga classes to remind me of that …
How about you? If you used to dance, have you picked it up again as an adult?