Emmi had a dance recital of sorts yesterday. She worked all semester on the dance. Despite her balance issues, and the fact that doctors once said she would never even be able to stand up, she learned the whole dance. She practiced at home for weeks. She knew it. She really did.
The tap dance went great. She missed a few parts, as she was distracted by everyone watching. But at least she wasn't the kid who was too scared to perform or the one that was skipping around making some weird noise.
Then it came time for the ballet. They lined up. Emmi was talking to Jill, waving to my mom, and wiggling around. My mom signed for her to watch. Then. All hell broke loose. A sign language argument ensued. One in which she says not one word. Just signs "STOP" multiple times, followed by many other things. Eventually, there is some dancing. Although, not at all what the other children are doing. By the time, the second performance rolls around, we thought she had calmed down.
We were wrong.... And so.... argument 1 and 2.