My son inspires me. Ever since he was two years old he has danced. He started ballet lessons when he was four (at his request!) and the smile never left his face during the whole 30 minutes. Even now it rarely does. Why does this inspire me? I am not a dancer and no-one in my family is either. This is a passion that he was born with and chose to follow in spite of the odds. It’s hard to be a boy that does ballet. I am not sure what it may be like in other countries, but in South Africa, boys don’t do ballet. Actually, they don’t really dance much at all. Boys here play rugby, soccer and cricket. There have been a few times when he has sobbed with the difficulty of being different but he has never wavered from his desire to dance.
He is now…
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