When my son began ballet classes, he was the only boy in the class.
He was fine with this because at home it was just him and his younger sister.
With the exception of one substitute teacher making a big deal about how special it was that he was a boy in ballet, he was never really self-conscious about being the only boy in the class.
He did like the fact that he got to bow when the girls curtsied at the end of class.
By the end of his third year of ballet, he was definitely ready for a boy's class.
Jumping and Leaping, oh Boy!
Now that my son's a teenager, some of his friends like to tag along to ballet events because...
There are Girls in ballet!
He was fine with this because at home it was just him and his younger sister.
With the exception of one substitute teacher making a big deal about how special it was that he was a boy in ballet, he was never really self-conscious about being the only boy in the class.
He did like the fact that he got to bow when the girls curtsied at the end of class.
By the end of his third year of ballet, he was definitely ready for a boy's class.
Jumping and Leaping, oh Boy!
Now that my son's a teenager, some of his friends like to tag along to ballet events because...
There are Girls in ballet!
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