I am reminded after reading the “Star Polisher” that it is much more than dance that we share…it is not the triple turn, or the switch leap, but it is our open arms, warm hugs, and smiles that will be remembered long after the recital dance has been forgotten. It is the quiet moment that you asked someone how their day was going. It is remembering someone’s birthday, or a dancer whose mom has breast cancer, or their parents split up. It is the celebration of a lost tooth, a new driver, or a high ACT score. It was that you took the time to notice and you became the “star polisher”.
Just remember, you are the only person alive who has the sole custody of your life. Not just the life at school or dance studio or home. Not just the life of your mind; but the life of your heart and, more importantly, your soul! I am looking forward to this year of “polishing.”
I have a great job in the universe of occupations. What do I do?
I’m a “star polisher.”
It’s a very important job. If you want to know how important, just go out at night a look at the stars twinkling and sparkling.
You see, I’m a dance teacher. The stars are the children in my class. My job is to take them in – in whatever shape they come – and shine and buff them and then send them out to take their places as bright little twinkling beacons in the sky.
They come into my room in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they’re bent, tarnished, dirty, crinkly and broken. Some stars are cuddly, soft and sweet. Some stars are prickly and thorny.
As I buff, polish, train and teach my little stars, I tell them that the world cannot do without them. I tell them they can do anything they set their minds to do. I tell them they can be the brightest, shiniest stars in the sky and the world will be a better place because of them.
Each night as I look at the sky, I’m reminded of my very important job and awesome responsibility. I go and get my soft buffing cloth and my bottle of polish in preparation for tomorrow and for my class of little stars.