This weekend Leo made his big-stage debut at Abu Dhabi’s National Theatre. He played the King in his dance school’s ballet performance. I was totally over-excited the minute I saw the programme. There was his name, up at the top, among the stars. When the show began I could hardly stop myself weeping/laughing/squeling with delight.
He was a gorgeous king; regal, precise, elegant and, more than anything, soooo cute. He sat on his throne surveying his domain with his little feet dangling in the air because he was so much smaller than the chair. We were not allowed to take pictures but I will post one as soon as I get my hands on one.
Rupert and I chatted about him later on. We decided that he is an amazing little character. Whatever he does; be it ballet, piano, football, tennis or swimming, he totally throws himself into and loves. He never ever complains about going to anything or grumbles the way the girls always do. Today on our way to ballet he turned to me and said: “Mummy, I LOVE ballet.” And that’s just about his attitude to everything. How did that happen, and how can I get some of that? Or more crucially, how can I pass it onto the girls?
Meanwhile it is the French Open which has, in the past, been an excuse for me to plaster pictures of Marat Safin all over the blog. Sadly he has been knocked out so while we wait for Leo the King, here is one of the king of the French (Open), Rafa. At least for the moment, as I write there is a Swedish man who looks like he could beat him. A bit of a moral dilemma for me. But not that much….I know who’s picture I would rather post.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009