The greatest gift I can pass on to my daughter is for her to learn the life tools and techniques that work for me. Establishing a dream and the goals to achieve it are one of many.
She is going to be a High School Freshman next year. She had two goals in mind her during 8th grade this year. First is to achieve Honor Roll and the second is become a member of the High School Orchesis team … which is their dance company.
My daughter has been taking dance lessons since she was 4 years old. She has a passion for dance and her dream is to turn this into a career for herself. The immediate goal at hand was to be accepted on the High School team so that experience can be put on dance college applications.
She is fortunate to be in a dance studio that is well connected. Having danced on live TV events, parades and special shows at Chicago museums she has an impressive resume at 14 years old.
This past week was Orchesis try-outs. She was so thrilled she could barely contain her excitement. She found out that only five Freshmen would be accepted on the team and she walked into try-outs with sixty kids. Nothing deterred her. The first two nights were spent learning a routine; each night I picked her up she was sore from giving it her all, but felt really good.
The performance night she knew she did the best she could and told me: “Regardless if I make it, I gave it my all and for that am happy.” She also begged me to leave work early the next day so we could drive over to the high school before it closed Friday to see the postings of those accepted.
As we walked up to the board, it had a bunch of numbers listed. She was just staring at the paper of numbers of those who passed. I asked her what her number was, she turned grinned and said “The Last Number listed”.
I pulled out my iPhone and said “Get by the paper so I can get a picture”. She immediately pulled down my hand and said “Mom we are in my high school!”
Yes indeed … My daughter, although excited, felt she needed to maintain her cool. Once we walked outside and away from the view of the students milling around; she broke into a happy dance. I was thrilled for her.
She has worked very hard and has kept her focus on her goals. When we hopped into the car, she handed me a folder that had last semester grades and said “By the Way, I made honor roll as well today!”
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