Will She Need Me?

It's the second day of dance practice for the production. We are all so excited! Really, it is our whole family's "first dance production" so it is new and exciting to us all. I check Kyla in at the front desk, only to lose her within seconds! Don't worry...I find her taking her place in the dressing room. I sit with her a minute, and watch her 6 year old mind taking it all in. She is having absolutely no problem adjusting to her environment, so I kiss her, whisper to her how proud I am of her, and head out of the door.

Wait. She is ONLY 6 years old. Is it supposed to be like this? I know we spent time together "getting ready" before we arrived, but there must be something else I need to do for her- something she needs me to stay for!
So I stop at the door and just watch her. I really do need to leave. I need to go pay for tickets, I need to drop someone off, and I need to pick up something from a friend's home before her practice is over. Instead I pause, and I just take in the hustle and bustle spinning around me...girls getting ready, instructors getting ready, girls finding their friends... it's a whirlwind. I begin praising God for the opportunity He has given Kyla. I wonder how long it will be before she decides to jump in and lead the hustle and bustle, but she doesn't. She just sits, smiles, observes, learns...her mind being influenced by it all.

All of a sudden I hear, "Mommy, come here. I need you!"
Me?!? You need me? My little 6 year old social butterfly needs me? Of course she does! I walk back over....her hair piece is on the wrong side. I told you it was new to ALL of us ;) .... practices are for the mommies, too!

During her observation of it all, she realized her hair bow wasn't like the other little girls and she wanted her mommy to fix it. What you have to understand is that she is a very independent and outgoing little girl. There were plenty of instructors and volunteers that she could have asked to help her, but she didn't.

More than needing her mommy....she wanted her mommy, and I wanted to help her, too. I only stayed a few minutes longer, as she quickly found her place in the hustle and bustle, but I realized that had I not stopped for just a few moments and allowed God to touch my heart, I would have missed the blessing.

As I was leaving, I prayed for protection upon my little girl's heart- that as she grows and finds herself in the middle of many of life's hustle and bustle situations- that she would remember home- the comfort and security of the relationships we are continuously building and the values and morals we choose to believe as a family.