My final day working in the office at the Ballet is quickly approaching. Bar none, the part I’m going to miss the most is going to be my relationship with the girls. So many of these dancers are my former students and/or Party Girls, most of them I’ve been in their life for the majority of it so far, the youngest having been in my class at 3-years-old, and one was 2-years-old when I met her in the lobby while she waited for her sister to get out of class before she was old enough to join ballet herself. My oldest former students are Juniors in high school this year, and my youngest are nine. Even in the Party scene of The Nutcracker, after this year I don’t think I’ll have any more former students cast in the role. We’ve hit a milestone I have known would one day arrive, yet nothing really prepares you for it.
As of the day I’m writing this, I have 31 days until my last day working for the Ballet. This is my fourth Nutcracker in the office, making it 3.5 seasons I’ve been there. If you think about it, that’s technically longer than I was a Company dancer, since I got three full seasons under my belt before my health tanked and I had to quit. Part of me wonders how I’ll do transitioning back to being “just” a Party Mom, but I know that I’ll be fine. I know this is what I need to do and that things are temporary, no matter how long you have them.
I missed rehearsal the weekend before last for a school thing and coming back to everyone’s reaction warmed my heart. Time and time again, I was told how everyone could feel my absence; there was an energy shift and it just wasn’t the same. I found this both endearing and curious, as I missed two weekends last year for different weddings. I was missed, yes, but that felt more out of necessity: they missed me because they had stuff to turn in or questions to ask and I wasn’t there to help them. This time felt deeper, as if people are starting to realize that I won’t be in the office forever and what that means for them, what having me there actually does to help things along, and how different things will be starting in the spring.
My absolute favorite is the dancers—my babies—who will come find me and ask me if I can come watch them run their group’s rehearsal. I can feel the security they receive from my opinion and corrections but more-so from my encouragement. I’ll tell them what to fix, sure, but I also tell them what they’re doing well and often times that isn’t something you’ll hear often in these sort of environment, not because people aren’t doing well but because its assumed you’ll know you are doing well and if you aren’t we’ll tell you what to fix. Assuming I don’t have anything pressing that I have to do, I go in and I watch. Seeing the dancer look for me as they’re dancing, seeing that I’m doing what I said I would do, and then finding me after—it feels like when little kids will shout out to their grown up on the playground, “Watch me! Watch me! Hey look at this! Are you watching?”
But these are pre-teens and teens. These are middle and high schoolers. These are kids “too grown” to put their phones down long enough to talk to their parents or whatever stereotype is out there. But you know what? Deep down, they’re still those little kids. They still want and need someone to see them, to validate them, to show up for them and be consistent. And don’t we all? Don’t we all crave someone to see us? To care about what we care about? To care about us? Sometimes these kids will invite me to their school events or other various things they have and if I’m able to, I go. I can’t always because of scheduling, but I do my best. Sure, they may seem blasé at the fact that I’m there, but I know inside they’re that little kid, beaming with pride that I saw them do whatever newest trick they taught themselves and are proud of.
People are people. We’re all doing our best out there and at the same time hoping that our best will leave us feeling loved and fulfilled. That someone out there will care enough about us to see us as we are. Getting to be that for the people in my life as I’m able is truly the greatest honor I think I will ever know in life. That level of trust is something money can’t buy.
I have one more weekend at the studio, as I’m missing the last rehearsal before we’re in the theater. That’s one more weekend of “Watch me!”‘s until I’m no longer here every time they are. I hope they all still know how proud I am of them and how much I want them to succeed in whatever it is they do. I hope they know I beam at the thought of them as if they were my own children or nieces/nephews. I hope they know how much they truly mean to me and that I’ll be rooting for them until the day I die, even if I don’t get to be there every weekend to show them.
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