Baby ballet....

Teaching baby ballet classes goes from moments 

of where your heart skips a beat because they are so dang cute...

(-whenever they hold hands and skip,

-when they remember something you said the week before that 

you thought no one had listened to,

-when you can see them making friends 

even though they dont speak the same language)

To moments of despair,

where you are the big bad wolf initiating crowd control,

making them stand still when all they want to do is wiggle

and chat with their new friends.

I really wish they understood when i tell 

them off it makes me so sad,

(and hope they realise that after they've

been told off they get so many extra nice comments

cause i feel so guilty for having been strict with them)

After the first day of lessons i told my husband

i was changing my mind about having kids...

then i sat next a little 10 month year

old boy on the tube going home who i ended

up playing with on my lap the whole journey

and changed my mind again

(dont even get me started how the adoption 

adverts in the metro make me cry and wanna

adopt all the little children)