She is lucky to be alive.
When I was a kid I used to dream about dance classes. My parents couldn't afford to send us to any special classes. I was to consider myself blessed for having a pizza on a Friday night. And a couple of new outfits from JC Penney for the new school year. Macy's? That's where rich people shopped. I wasn't allowed to play an instrument. I wasn't allowed to participate in extra-curricular activities, not because of money issues but because I wasn't allowed to associate with any kids that weren't of the same
I weep for that unlived life, that unfulfilled potential.
So when my daughter refuses to go to dance class it's so much bigger than her refusing to go to her dance class. I am trying desperately to give my girl everything in this life I never had. I am trying to give her the dream of a whole and fully lived life. I know I can never go back and relive those lost experiences. I can only go forward and hope that what I give my girl is enough to fill those gaping holes in my heart.