This past weekend Payton had her first ballet class. Is she graceful? Not quite sure yet, but her heart is there. Watching her pay attention to Miss Nicole was so cute, watching others before she acted, nonchalantly biting her nails as she waited for her turn and taking two silly ballerina twirls while the teacher wasn’t watching made for an anxiety filled 45-minutes. Am I a stage mom? Probably. This pint sized kid is definitely my mini me. Her favorite part of class? Striding across the room like a princess ballerina pony. My favorite part of class? Watching her light up as the teacher asked, “who hear likes ponies?” and taking moments to find me from her circle to wave hi. My tiny dancer is finally at “ballerina school”. Bring it on dance moms.