I was just thinking about how much I missed Xanga, especially the blogs I used to write.  There was something about being able to write about the events in our lives, our thoughts, etc, and have our friends "listen to us."  Yes, I have become a facebook convert, and spend way too much time on there.  Of course it doesn't help that I can access it from my phone, and see how everyone is doing.

But sometimes it is just nice to blog about what is on our minds.  So on the evening of my birthday, I have lots on my mind.  Overall it was a great day, but one thing keeps tugging at my heart.  My beautiful 3 year old telling me in a sad voice, "I can't dance, my teacher said no."

We enrolled her in preschool in April, so that she can have the opportunity to socialize with other kiddos her age.  She still goes to her regular "child care," which is provided by my best friend's mom.  She doesn't watch any other children, so it is kind of like going to grandma's house.  We have J in preschool for half days only, and in June we increased her from 2 days to 3 days.  It is a financial stretch for us, but we are willing to make sacrifices for our children.

But here is where I feel my "mama bear" coming out.  During the summer the preschool does different activities, that cost additional $$.  One of those activities is dance.  There is a special dance studio that comes to the preschool on Wednesday mornings, and teaches the kiddos to dance.  Of course, they charge.  They have an enrollment fee.  They want the kids to have ballet shoes and tap shoes.  We just can't afford it right now.

Last week they allowed J to dance with the group.  She had a blast, as she truly loves to dance.  Even the regular preschool staff noted that she was doing great.  I had initially spoken with the director, saying that we want her to participate, but we just can't justify the extra $$ right now.  I was reassured that there were other kids that weren't going to participate, that our daughter would be fine.

Not today.  Today my daughter was heart broken that she couldn't dance.  She said her friends were able to go and dance, but she couldn't.  She said that she had to sit and read and then take a nap.

Hubby is mad enough that he wants to pull her out of the preschool.  I don't want to act so drastically, but I am rather upset over this.  Families are all paying a premium to have their children at this preschool.  Either this service needs to be offered to everyone, or at a later time when most children wouldn't be there.  10:45 in the morning is just too difficult for those who can't afford it.  I am going to sit down and talk with the director tomorrow, even if it means I am late to work.