He stood in the middle of the stage, a broom in one hand and darkness surrounding the other. A single spotlight shone down as he swept the dust back and forth.
Swish.
Swish.
Tap.
Swish.
Swish.
Tap.
Alexis sat mesmerized. She didn't know what to expect of the show, but that didn't really matter. The girl was born with music in her heart, rhythm flowing through her blood, and a tune in her head.
Swish.
Swish.
Tap.
Swish.
Swish.
Tap.
"Momma, he did a Slap Step!" she whispered. Hundreds of dollars in dance lessons has done something. The kid can identify tap dance steps.
The man with the broom was joined by another man with another broom.
Swish. Swish.
Swish.
Tap. Tap.
Swish. Swish.
Swish.
Tap. Tap.
And another man. And another man. Alexis wiggled in her seat, again and again. Her heart couldn't ignore the tune being played with some brooms and dust. She wanted to dance with the crowd of men standing on stage.
And then the men were joined by someone new.
"Momma! Look! It's a girl!" Alexis squeal-whispered. She was completely smitten with the one female on stage.
"MOMMA! Now there are two girls!" Alexis squeal-whispered a little louder a few moments later. She was overjoyed to see that there were women in the show ... role models ... females she can look up to.
Alexis is looking for women to be her role models. It happens every day in her every interaction. She's trying to figure out where women fit in this world. She wants to know what they can do, how they should act, how powerful they can be.
Here's to hoping I'm doing an OK job of teaching her that the sky's the limit.
