Ten years of dance recitals

Last weekend marked 10 years of attending dance recitals to watch my daughters, along with hundreds of other dancers, showcase the dances they've worked on all season. It is a bittersweet time for me. The good mom part is excited to watch the girls perform again. The bad mom part of me is glad the season is almost over because I am worn out and I've seen the same piece and heard the same music HUNDREDS of times!

Last weekend also marked a first for me too. In light of being completely frustrated that we were rushing at the last minute because important things were missing, I declared that I would not be helping backstage and I definitely would not be the one to unpack the wadded up costumes, tights, accessories, shoes, hair ties, blah blah blah. I also announced that if anything else was lost from now on that they will be held accountable. They will have to work to get the money to replace the list item. My friend asked what I would do if they really did lose a costume piece and the studio came to talk to me about it -- they will have to talk to the girls as they are responsible for it! She wasn't sure if I would stick to it or not. Let's just hope we don't have to cross that bridge. Stay tuned...

Watching my girls dance brings me so much joy and pride. They have grown to be beautiful dancers and young women and will continue to grow in their passion for dance. The dedication, determination and drive is evident in them. Those who aren't involved in this world will never understand all the incredible benefits!

A real dance mom,
K

Am I really old enough to have a kid driving?

Wasn't it just the other day that I brought her home from the hospital? How is it possible that almost 16 years have gone by in the blink of an eye?

As all of the transitions my child has made over the years, this one has been harder for me than it has been for her. She matures and then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I can say for certain that I have learned as much from my daughters as they have learned from me.

The first week of official drivers education has gone by fairly well. Only 2 "discussions", a few tears, and one angry honker. That's a pretty good record, if I do say so myself.

Probably the biggest adjustment I have had to make this week is giving up control of the wheel. I'm the driver. Always have been. I'm not a very good passenger. Ask my husband. Well, don't. Just take my word.

I'm not ready for this. But here it is whether I want it or not. Keep us in your thoughts. Send positive vibes. I need them.

K

Not today!!

It's ICED coffee for me this morning. Ok so I traded scalded thighs for frozen thighs. Good move.

K

Chillin'

Dear Karan,

I'm waiting.

Feet up and looking forward to your post,
Me