Music has been Woven into Her Life from the Very Beginning

12/6/2025

Every parent has moments where time suddenly folds in on itself. A single image, a familiar song, the way your child turns their head—and suddenly you can see every stage of their life all at once.

That’s how I’ve felt watching my daughter, Juliette, dance in this year's Nutcracker.

She’s a senior now—her final Nutcracker season, her final year at Dallas Ballet Center—and I can’t help but see the tiny girl she once was inside the young woman she has become. The one who used to twirl in the living room, the one who clapped off-beat in her first Music Together class, the one who fit in my arms like nothing in the world could ever be as small or as precious.

Music has been woven into her life from the very beginning. She started classes at just three weeks old. Three weeks! It’s hard to believe now, but Juliette grew up surrounded by melody and rhythm the way some children grow up with a second language—absorbing it, living in it, breathing it in.

And then came ballet.

Juliette joined Dancing Angels at age four, and at seven she was dancing at Dallas Ballet Center—the place that would become her second home for more than a decade. Ballet wasn’t just an activity for her. It became a refuge, a form of expression, a way of knowing herself.

As she grew, I saw something remarkable happen: music didn’t leave her when she left formal lessons.
Instead, it followed her into the studio—quietly, instinctively, beautifully.

When she dances, you can see the music in her body:

the rise and fall of her breath matching a phrase,
the way she waits that extra half second for a perfect landing,
the softness she brings to transitions,
the emotional arc she draws simply by listening deeply.

It’s the kind of musicality you cannot teach quickly. It is lived. It is earned. It is grown from years of hearing and feeling music long before the technique ever catches up.

This December, Juliette performs as Chinese Tea in The Nutcracker and serves as a Governance Assistant—a leadership role that reflects her dedication, discipline, and passion.

Every time I see her dance, I feel this bittersweet tug in my chest and tears fill my eyes. Pride, of course—but also awe that the same girl who once shook jingle bells in my lap now moves across the stage with such intention, grace, and presence..

People often ask whether music training really helps dancers. Watching Juliette, I don’t even have to think before answering. Music has shaped her as deeply as ballet has.

Music gave her rhythm before she had words. It taught her timing, steadiness, and pulse—things her body later carried into every move she made. It trained her ear to hear more than beats. She hears texture, breath, emotion. That’s what allows her to dance with the music, not just on top of it. It taught her discipline. Daily practice, breaking things down, returning to something again and again with patience—that is the overlap between musicians and dancers.

It gave her confidence on stage. Years of performing helped her understand how energy travels between performer and audience. And most importantly, it has shaped her creativity. Music opened her imagination; dance gave it form.

When she steps onto the stage, time seems to shift. I see her: strong, graceful, expressive—but I also see the tiny newborn who first experienced music curled against my chest. I see the little girl spinning barefoot in the living room always dancing, always loving music.

And now here she is, a young woman, dancing with a depth and artistry that take my breath away. She moves with discipline, confidence, and heart—but also with the same spark she’s had since she was small.

I am proud beyond anything words can hold—not just of the dancer she has become, but of the human she is. Kind, driven, creative, and courageous.

As she steps through her senior year and her final Nutcracker season, I know I’ll be cheering louder than anyone, holding back tears (well, maybe), and feeling overwhelming gratitude. Gratitude for the music that shaped her, for the ballet that embraced her, and for the proud privilege of witnessing her become exactly who she was meant to be.