Penelope the Ballerina
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina. I pictured myself up on the stage in front of thousands of people performing arabesques and pirouettes. I saw myself in a beautiful white flowing costume, so graceful, so poised, so admired by those who wished they too could be up on that stage along side of me. And then of course I woke up and I grew up. But thoughts of that dream have resurfaced for just a moment in time, as I gaze upon my sweet granddaughter adorning her own beautiful white ballerina costume. She looks like an angel and if I close my eyes, I can see her gracefully moving across that same stage I dreamed about when I was a little girl. That is one of the great things about having grandchildren; we are able to revisit parts of our past that we thought were long forgotten. Ballerina Penelope will probably grow up to be teacher, lawyer, social worker or maybe even a doctor, and dreams of being a prima ballerina will fade into the sunset. But one day, if she is as fortunate as me, she may slip on these MiMa slippers and remember her own Swan Lake dreams. Life is good.