Highschool revisited...best date ever(my ava dava do)!

I went to see the Nutcracker ballet with my mom, my 3yr.old, Ava my best friend Annike and her daughter, my niece Maya.  Annike's 6yr. old son Liem was in the ballet.  This performance happened to be at my old high school that is also a high school for the arts.  I did not anticipate how surreal this was going to be.  I pulled up at the school after rushing there from work in the pouring rain.  The school has been completely torn down and rebuilt.  I don't know if I expected it to still be able to feel my way around but I couldn't.  At the time it was oddly familiar.  The way everything was run was the sam the faces were just different, well not all of the faces. 

I remember walking through my first day of freshmen year with Annike and now here we were again, with our kids, ten years later.  I think that has a lot to do with it.  How has it been ten years since I graduated from high school.  I know that I am not old, yet.  It is just so strange.  I feel so much like that same awkward girl and yet it feels like a different life ago. 

It was amazing to watch my precious and beautiful little Ava glow with joy while watching the dancers.  She sat on my lap in the third row starring, still and quiet.  Ava is not ever really quiet or still so this is why I knew that this was important for her.  She loves to dance.  She is very serious about it and loves to make her body move. It is amazing to watch your child see everything that there heart wants to do.  It makes me want to take her more dance performances. I want to open her eyes to all the possibilities of the art she already loves at such a young age.  I remember loving to dance but she seems to have a passion and a gift for it.  I am looking forward to see where this glee and love takes her.  That little dancing pixie has my heart.  She is so beautiful in spirit.  Ava will pull my face into hers just to kiss me. She needs to be close physically with me.  It sometimes drives me crazy.  i think that if I hear that cartoonish "mommy" called at me to pick her up or come close and sit with her I will scream. I know that one day way to soon she will want nothing to do with me so I do my best to cherish her love and sweetness, even when i want to pull my hair out. 

She is so sweet and gentle and strong and bold that I sometimes forget that she is only three and so much still a baby.  I am so much still a baby trying to figure it all out.  This is what i was  galloping through my brain as I watched Annike walk out of the school with a kid on each hand disappearing into the rainy parking lot.  So much has changed since the first day of high school and yet so much still feels the same.  One day I will stop being so insecure.  It is coming especially regarding my children.  I am at least sure of that, my children are fantastic and I do have something to do with that.