I don't understand ballet. As in practically, from the participants side, it doesn't make…

I don't understand ballet. As in practically, from the participants side, it doesn't make sense to me.
I don't get it (yet).

But I love watching my daughter dance.
Her movements.
Her facial expressions.
All of it.

She performed a set last night in our family's living room.

I have no clue if she was on beat, whether or not her coach would approve, or even if she rehearsed before that moment. That's not why I was there.

Sometimes expertise helps us see more.
Sometimes it blinds us to what's right in front of us.