Those legs…yeah, she gets them from me. As you can see, Jodie is doing well in pointe…and as I can see she has ripped yet another pair of tights…of the six pairs I just bought her. Does she pull them on with her teeth? Perhaps she did it to distract me from the dance mom craziness.
I like to think that we are nothing like those moms on those Dance Moms and Dance Moms Miami faux-reality shows that, yes, have become a bit of a guilty pleasure for Jodie and me. Hey, it’s mother-daughter bonding time all cuddled up together on the couch watching and (can you believe it) talking…talking about the show, the young dancers, the dances, the competitions, the crazy dance moms and instructors and just talking together. Bill sometimes joins in…usually grumbling about how he can’t believe we watch this crazy crap..except that one time he really took offense to the weight restrictions and weigh-ins one studio apparently does.
“They don’t do THAT to Jodie do they?”
“No honey, they don’t.”
“They better not. I mean it. My daughter better not be stepping on no scale… Why do they do it anyway?”
Jodie tries to explain that some studios do have such rules in place as do many dance companies and professional dance teams but Bill still has such a hard time with it muttering that his daughter better not ever be subjected to that and something about the size of the lady who was having the kids step on the scale.
“Honey, I promise you. She doesn’t get weighed in. Look at your daughter. Do you honestly think she would ever be weight restricted?”
“Well she better not ever step on a scale.”
But really such hysteria would never happen in my kid’s dance studio or on her dance team…or would it??!!
Jodie’s ripping her tights on purpose to distract me. I just know it.
So I will keep my head down, focus on replacing the tights, getting my tickets for the end of year recital that is coming in three weeks and focus on the last two competitions this weekend and in July and let the studio owner and coach worry about the bat-shit dance mom drama happening all around her. The last thing she needs is my kind of crazy jumping in.
Well, except for me to just go there and address one particular dance mom crazy (you know who you are), “SHAME ON YOU!!! Good riddance to you too!”
But next year might be different.
Guess who was invited to audition for the 2012-2013 competition team?
Oh dear…mother -daughter crazy dance moms just might be coming your way.
Congratulations Hazel and good luck baby girl!