Andrew only has a class or two left of ballet this year. And I’m all reflective about his time in ballet. I feel some relief at this season ending. The schlep to get there is no joke, and sometime in February, Isaac took note of this and starting protesting our Friday afternoon outings. So now, not only is it a busy, somewhat nerve-wraking shlep, but we’re doing it with an adamant protestor. sigh. I’ll be glad to take a break from that Friday afternoon trip!
But I feel some sadness about it ending too. Andrew has enjoyed every minute of ballet class. He never once protested about going. He never got upset during class and he didn’t cause *too* much trouble. Andrew still has low muscle tone. He’s still sort of all over the place and not all that aware of his body. But he IS stronger now. And ballet has made him concentrate on his body a lot. I can’t help but think that it is really helping him.
And so, we signed up for more classes next year. :) And I have some time to figure out what to do about Isaac…because making him make the trip to just sit there while his brother is in class might be too much to ask from him for another year.
We love ballet!