Georgia Hood- Dancing Girl
Without Prejudice
She doesn't enter a room, she twirls into it, standing and putting her foot above her head then slipping down into the splits, my grandaughter, Georgia. She was named for an Uncle, my brother George, who Debbie, Georgia's Mum, classes as a Father.
Deb was terrified to go through labour again, after her first daughter, Ashleighs, dramatic birth. She so wanted another baby, but was so traumatised that she sought support and had a midwife that worked with her the entire pregnancy.
Georgia arrived without drama or fuss and she has remained that way, calm, loving, dependable, popular. And a great dancer. Andrew her Dad and Deb my daughter gave her the nickname "lamb chop" and one time when she was in hospital the nurses gave her a wooly "Lambchop" toy for being a good patient. Well after the parents had given her the nickname.
She grew up as a sweet little girl, that seemed like she would not say boo to a goose, but when she became a dancer, she was lit up with an energy that dwarfed the others.
She had been in dancing since young but by age six was heartily sick of it and she didn't dance for a year. Then when she started back and older she realised she loved it. We knew she worked hard at dancing, she lived it, breathed it, ate it up. It became her passion right down to her soul and forever after she will be thought of as the dancer.
I went to see her in concert and once on the stage she lit up, like something electric was coursing through her body. She beamed, she smiled, she had no nerves, just her and the music and the love of the dance, coming through. She out shone the others in her sheer vitality and delight. it was like she was born to it.
One of Andrew's friends commenting at the intermission,
"She has to dance, she lights up the stage and out shines the others"
so confident, so aware, so in the moment. All the hours of lessons and rehearshal paying off and after that she was asked to dance solo and to take up ballet. Another year has gone by since that concert I went to. Another year of endless rounds of competition and dance lessons and the poor parents running their two girls around. Both working full time but seeing that their girls need, "The Dance"
And all their hard work and dedication has paid off and they have two wonderful girls that they are so proud of it hurts. Ash Georgia's older sister is a lover of photography and a good dancer that works hard at it. But for Georgia, it's not work, for Georgia, it's her life, her expression, her Muse and she dances through our lives, a ballerina, a girl who loves to dance, show off, is fierce on stage, fearless and at home, she's just Georgia.
A sweet little girl, who loves, lives and breathes "The Dance", may she always dance. xoxox
Love Nana Nanette
She doesn't enter a room, she twirls into it, standing and putting her foot above her head then slipping down into the splits, my grandaughter, Georgia. She was named for an Uncle, my brother George, who Debbie, Georgia's Mum, classes as a Father.
Deb was terrified to go through labour again, after her first daughter, Ashleighs, dramatic birth. She so wanted another baby, but was so traumatised that she sought support and had a midwife that worked with her the entire pregnancy.
Georgia arrived without drama or fuss and she has remained that way, calm, loving, dependable, popular. And a great dancer. Andrew her Dad and Deb my daughter gave her the nickname "lamb chop" and one time when she was in hospital the nurses gave her a wooly "Lambchop" toy for being a good patient. Well after the parents had given her the nickname.
She grew up as a sweet little girl, that seemed like she would not say boo to a goose, but when she became a dancer, she was lit up with an energy that dwarfed the others.
She had been in dancing since young but by age six was heartily sick of it and she didn't dance for a year. Then when she started back and older she realised she loved it. We knew she worked hard at dancing, she lived it, breathed it, ate it up. It became her passion right down to her soul and forever after she will be thought of as the dancer.
I went to see her in concert and once on the stage she lit up, like something electric was coursing through her body. She beamed, she smiled, she had no nerves, just her and the music and the love of the dance, coming through. She out shone the others in her sheer vitality and delight. it was like she was born to it.
One of Andrew's friends commenting at the intermission,
"She has to dance, she lights up the stage and out shines the others"
so confident, so aware, so in the moment. All the hours of lessons and rehearshal paying off and after that she was asked to dance solo and to take up ballet. Another year has gone by since that concert I went to. Another year of endless rounds of competition and dance lessons and the poor parents running their two girls around. Both working full time but seeing that their girls need, "The Dance"
And all their hard work and dedication has paid off and they have two wonderful girls that they are so proud of it hurts. Ash Georgia's older sister is a lover of photography and a good dancer that works hard at it. But for Georgia, it's not work, for Georgia, it's her life, her expression, her Muse and she dances through our lives, a ballerina, a girl who loves to dance, show off, is fierce on stage, fearless and at home, she's just Georgia.
A sweet little girl, who loves, lives and breathes "The Dance", may she always dance. xoxox
Love Nana Nanette
