The new baby ballet school rules!
I had the best hour ever last Friday. I sat quietly in the corner of a dance studio and watched Ma Puce enjoy every single moment of her baby ballet class at the new ballet school I’ve found her.
After the stress – and in Ma Puce’s case the emotional endurance test – of the Bitchin’ Ballet School (and follow up post here at Ditchin’ the Bitchin’ Baby Ballet) that I mistakenly subjected her to this autumn, it was pure joy that filled my heart as my eyes drank in every moment.
THIS was what I had imagined for her when I first booked her baby ballet classes back at the end of the summer. Finding the fun in the discipline of learning Good Toes Bad Toes, learning to work with a partner for galloping round the room, being enchanted by the story of The Nutcracker, read to an eager class by a teacher who knows just what makes little girls tick and how to bring out the best in them.
Gone are the silly rules that say parents aren’t allowed in the room, even for preschoolers still dealing with separation anxiety. Also gone was the negative, stick-up-the-arse atmosphere of the old ballet school. It was notable how much of a negative effect a po-faced atmosphere can have on the children too. In half a term at the old ballet school, Ma Puce didn’t connect with a single one of the other children. None of them welcomed her into the class, in fact one managed to really get my back up by being borderline bitchy to her.
In this class however, the children were all eager to meet her, a couple of the older ones were keen to take her hand and show her the ropes and a couple of the younger ones waddled over to me excitedly during the class to be reminded of her name.
It was also nice for me to be sat with a couple of other mother’s, rather than having to work hard at looking as small and unobtrusive as possible on the occasions where I had managed to wheedle my way into Ma Puce’s old ballet class.
And most ironic of all, given the difference in attitudes… whereas the old ballet school was run from a primary school after hours, this new school has its own sprung floor ballet studio with ballet barres around the edge. No, it isn’t in some super zshushi area, quite the opposite actually and yes, the changing rooms could do with being at least four times the size, but hey, you can’t have it all. And I wouldn’t dare to ask for more, when what it offers is so much. Finally, after a false start, we have hit baby ballet gold!
Much as I would love to, I’m not going to mention the name of the school in this post, but if anyone is looking for a great ballet school in the Hackney / Islington Area, DM me on Twitter @motherwifeme.
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