Côté, de

Sideways. Used to indicate that a step is to be made to the side, either to the right or to the left.

This is a ballet term used in ballet. (rather repetitive that)  Zana and I went to a ballet recital today.  A mom with a talent taught kids with talent and kids with no talent tap and ballet.  Then a real ballerina with real training came and taught a gaggle of little girls ballet.  They moved sideways and around and up and down and looked spectacular in their yellow, bashful tutus.

It was a moment of glee, depth and just a little sadness.  A kind of reminder of living a world away from extra curriculars in a land full of richness and poverty.  They were beautiful little butterflies.  You have to love butterflies and these girls had to be loved and adored as they danced to an impossibly beautiful song about letting your light shine by a voice named Addison Road.  It matched so perfectly with the little girls.  (I cannot suggest the album as I have not listened to it as of yet but the one song complimented the little ballerinas.)

The audience was a hodge podge of adoring parents, single aunties outnumbering the single men by dozens, hippies fresh out of the garden, American loudies complete with sporting teeshirts, humble Aussies wearing beads and skin touched with sun lotion (no skin cancer for those conscientious natives), South Africans dressed to the nines, Canadians fairing a solid score excepting their accent, and a new baby with lungs to match his hair.  It was a motley crew at best packed into a gem of a space bejeweled by Nature Herself and lacking nothing in the way of green.  Personally, if I was not holding a little tutu toddler, I wanted to climb into the central treehouse and watch, curled up in the foliage, the festivities.  But I sat, said tired things, smiled, and loved the dancing, the fellowship and the snacks!

My little sunshine was in her own little tutu but was not her happy little self.  She likes to dance but she was a little bit more grumpy than usual.  Quiet.  Thirsty too.  I forgot water so I placated her with apply fizz.

Hmmm.

On the way home just us two girls on our first of many mommy dates she let loose with a wide stream of a waterfall of goodness.  All over her, her car seat, and finally all in my purse lying open at her feet.  A lesson learned.  Keep it zipped.

We still had fun.  So if you are a little down today.  Turn some music on and twirl.  Or just move sideways and say the fancy words de Cote and perhaps you'll feel better.  Or you'll feel like throwing up.

That is NOT the take away point of this post.  Lets see.  Take away point.
Go on mommy dates?
Don't give your child anything but water?
Tutus are a must for all little girls?

no.....

Use your gifts to bless your own kids and someone else's kids.  The woman who has poured out so much, her pre teen daughter stole the show in grace, beauty and just plain old sweetness.  So ladies find someone to love for a season and use your gifts to bless.  And then celebrate those kids like they are butterflies.  Beautiful Creations of a Magnificent Creator.