Love More, Judge Less
I never really wanted to be a dance mom. As the mother of three daughters, I figured it would be inevitable that at least one of them would want to dance. I resisted for many years as my older two were more interested in soccer than in dance. My littlest, however, had other plans and
Two years ago my littlest daughter decided she wanted to become a dancer. I had successfully avoided dance mom status with the other two girls as they had both leaned (or were pushed) toward sports like soccer and basketball. My youngest, however, was determined to resist my shoves no matter how pink her cleats and shin guards were.
Back in the fall I wrote about my youngest daughter’s entrance into the world of dance. You can read it here. A soccer mom through and through, I was reluctant to add the “Dance Mom” hat to my collection of ever growing roles and I resisted as long as I could. My tiny dancer, however,
As a child I was extremely awkward and clumsy from the moment I started walking. My mother claims she was concerned I would seriously hurt myself since I was constantly falling, tripping, walking into things, and dropping things. I had no interest in any sports so, desperate to give me some “grace” (as she called
When we were a family of four with two rough and tumble boys who had no interest in formal dance training, I didn’t even allow myself to dream about tutus and tap shoes. However, once I found out Baby number 3 was a she? The floodgates of my mind opened to a whole new world. Couple that with
I played clarinet for 15 years. I could carry a decent tune on it but ehh I definitely wasn’t applying for Julliard. I took a piano class in college. My professor told me “you play piano like a clarinet player.” Pretty sure that wasn’t intended to be a compliment. I thanked her nonetheless. I was
