Sunday, 1 September 2013
FATHERS DAY HERE IN ORSTRAYLYA . . . . MY DARLING DAUGHTER'S BALLET CLASS HAD THEIR FINAL REHEARSAL BEFORE EXAMS . . . . DAD'S WERE MADE ESPECIALLY WELCOME . . . . AFTER SIX YEARS OF THIS TORTUROUS CAPER, LIZZIE IS BECOMING QUITE THE GRACEFUL AND GORGEOUS LITTLE BALLERINA . . . . SHE EXPERIENCED A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION AND JUST KEPT RIGHT ON GOING . . . . A TROUPER THROUGH AND THROUGH . . . . HA, MIGHT BE IN THE GENES ???
I never had a clue what 'pride' was before I became a father, pride in yourself or something you've made or done or been part of is one thing, but experiencing a real and heartfelt pride in your child is one whole other thing entirely . . . . sitting there watching my now thirteen year old daughter going through her moves before the big exam gave me such a sense of pride and joy, it's beyond attempting to put into words anymore than that. Fathers Day . . . . now I really get it. Thank you my darling girl, I love you so very much and I'm so proud of you.
P.S - and she really wasn't that weirded out by my turning up on the bike . . . . well, maybe just a bit.