The show was amazing. A-MAZ-ING.
I’m a huge fan of dance shows like that of Cirque Du Soleil and MOMIX. I marvel at the technical skill of the dancers, the costume designers and the set builders. At this kind of performance I am equally amazed throughout the show at the dancing and the spectacle of it all. I also spend a lot of the time intrigued at how putting on a show like this is a job – someone’s career.
We’ve all heard of parents who dream of what they want their children to be. In the movies we may see parents who want their children to have a reliable career, like a doctor or lawyer. Now that I’m a parent, I am dreaming of what I’d like my daughter to be.
I’d like my daughter to be a dancer.
Sure, as a little girl I had visions of myself being a ballerina. I remember seeing the Nutcracker and being sad afterwards that I wasn’t a spinning ballerina dancer. But it’s really not that.
I’d like Bean to use her whole body throughout her life. Too often I’ve felt a slave to my desk and computer in the field of government policy and education programs. I worry that once she’s in school, she’ll also be chained to a desk too much of the day instead of exploring how she moves in the universe.
As I watched the dancers in Botanica, I was happy that they got to experience and explore their world not only with their minds but their bodies. And in the last piece of the show, called “Encorce”, I could see that they loved what they were doing – genuine smiles as they waved fluorescent orange pipe-like things, jumping up and down and using every fiber of their being to be alive.
Of course Bean will be whatever she wants … but she will at least try dance classes.