It was tough for her. It was tough for me too. I would watch as the other kids happily pranced around the room, holding hands and giggling. Aria would stay off to the side, just a little apart from the other kids.
But she did it. She went every Sunday even though the outfit was pure torture to her. She got up and she danced and it was neat to see how ballet gave her something else to focus on. When she was dancing she could do things she typically had a hard time doing, like holding someone's hand or standing close to other kids.