next time on dance moms who only wish they could dance

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.”

“She won’t.”

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!

of course I keep a list

Summer vacation is here!!!

Whoo-hoo!

This week begins summer break here under the Big Top for Jodie and Daniel which one would think means the busy-ness during the week managing their busy selves would slow down some…you know, no more pencils, no more books, no more homework and all that. Perhaps we can enjoy relaxing, leisurely evenings just enjoying one another’s company and conversation.

Yeah.

No.

But it is only the first week and a busy week already with the promise of even more stuff to do.

First up tonight is the usual teen-aged summer sleep over with your BFF girlfriends…which actually means the usual teen-aged summer stay-up-all-night-eat-junk-food-dance-like-crazy-watch-movies-til-dawn with your BFF girlfriends. Tonight I can gladly say that I am not responsible for any disturbances brought on by those giggling, crazy kids…tonight I can. I can also be assured that I will have a good night’s sleep. This time…next time, perhaps not.

But just as I am ready to enjoy settling down for a relaxing evening with my boys comes a text begging me to please, oh please bring her pillow pet…the turtle pillow pet she has apparently named Martito.

Boys and girls, it is truly love when one drives cross town just to deliver your daughter her pillow pet for a sleepover. Yes, I’m adding that to the list…a very long list of all that I do for you because I love you…the list that includes the enduring 99 days of complete bedrest  and wearing an N-95 mask for hours…among other things.

Love you baby girl!

spelling

Since before Holly was born, I have been hung up on the spelling of a person’s name. Perhaps it stems from my geeky spelling bee prowess of days gone by. Or maybe it was a glimpse of my future inner name police avocation. Nevertheless I obsessed over the spelling of the name of my first born child-to-be. It had to be perfect, perfect for my child. Then ten years later the little darling concluded that I had chosen the wrong spelling for her name. Clearly I was confused by all of those hormones coursing through my system.

Clearly.

And so then, and today, Holly spells her name differently…the way she believes it should be spelled…except on certain legal documents like her cosmetology license and her marriage license because her name on her birth certificate is still spelled H-O-L-L-Y. Sometimes I like to pretend that it is also because I have that much power as her great and powerful mom. Yes, Holly is laughing, rather hysterically right now, over that silly notion of mine.

My obsession with spelling the names of my clowns continued. Of course Holly would not be the only child whose name I obsessed over. The names we chose for our children had very specific meaning to us, right down to the spelling. We tried to keep them mostly simple and uncomplicated because we imagine that we are simple, uncomplicated people…at least to us we are. So the kids’ names are spelled with few intricacies, if any…well except for that umlaut over the “e” in Zoë…oh and the spelling of Abigael even though, in Abby’s own words, “only my mother calls me Abigael”. But beside that easy, basic and uncomplicated was our goal…for the kids, for their teachers, their friends, their family who have to write those names down from time to time.

It’s good to see one’s name in print: on report cards, in programs, in the paper, in cards and letters, in text messages, on your Facebook timeline, in your yearbook. It’s like seeing yourself in the mirror. It feels good.

Especially when it is spelled right. It’s like the person who wrote or typed your name knows you well enough and perhaps cares and respects you enough to spell your name correctly.

Asking my kids, I find that they too are a little hung up on the same thing. Their name is truly a part of who they are and, yes, they expect that those who know them best, those who are an important part of life whether at school, work, or family and friends who have known them for all of their existence should spell their name correctly…because it’s important to them…because you are important to them…because it’s who they are…because the names aren’t that hard to spell.

So, yeah, I don’t care for the spelling because that isn’t how I spelled it on her birth certificate but here I will declare that I will try to spell my daughter’s name the way that she likes it. You’re welcome Hollie!

recycling

In spite of all that is going on in the world around us, it seems that this is what the media is doing lately…at least when it comes to parenting, marriage and family in the news. The tried and true “Mommy Wars” between SAHM and WOTH moms is recycled and beaten like the proverbial dead horse so they must move on to something “new” like this new-fangled idea called “attachment parenting” and just who is truly “mom enough”…which totally worked and is still working two weeks later.  So now we have everyone getting their panties all bunched up over a survey that reveals that 75% of mothers admit they love their kids more than their spouses. And people are not surprised. Yet some are willing to speak up and admit that, surprise, they love their partners more than the children they share with them.

Sidebar: I love Casey. She is such a lovely person and oh so wise beyond her years. 

But really…this is new…like the concept of attachment parenting?

No, not really.

Seven years ago a mommy shit storm was stirred up thanks to Ayelet Waldman’s New York Times article titled “Truly, Madly, Deeply” and she further explained why her children were not the center of her universe on Oprah just a month later. Women on the show had some very strong, differing opinions as did a lot of other women everywhere. Even I had an opinion back then too.

Ms Waldman further explained this all again when she wrote Bad Mother: A Chronicle of Maternal Crimes, Minor Calamities, And Occasional Moments of Grace where she further explained the fact that she did indeed love her husband more than her children. And again it was like this was a new, awful thing for mommies everywhere to get all bothered over.

And now, three years later, it’s being talked about everywhere again, as if it is something new. The majority of moms I know are jumping on to Team Kids because “husbands come and go” and “our children must be the center of our universes” because “our husbands understand”. Yes, I added my two cents to the discussion siding with Team Husband.

Sorry kids.

Don’t get me wrong here. I desperately adore and love my children…and now my grandchildren. I would totally catch a grenade for you all…and all the other things that Bruno Mars sang about in that song. But the fact of the matter is that none of my wonderful clowns would be here, be in existence were it not for the fact that I truly, madly, deeply loved their father way back when before any of them were thought of or born and now.

Yet another sidebar: Some might question then why even have all of your kids. Someone did and messaged me that very question right after I first hit publish on this particular blog post. Well, I could explain basic biology and sex ed here along with what happens when  birth control fails…then my kids would groan “Gawd! Mom! No!” Then I would remind my children that it takes much more than mom and dad hooking up to make a family and our family is prime example of that (adoption works too). Still it is the truth of Mom and Dad loving each other first why all of you beautiful clowns are here…and how lucky we, Mom and Dad, are that you are here.

And now, after celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary, I am glad that I do work so hard on this love we have shared. Two of our children, our babies, are grown and moved on to their own great adventures including love, marriage, kids (not yet please dear Zoë) and moving even farther away from the Big Top (ahem…Zoë). Abby would LOVE to move out on her own I am sure…and I imagine that she will as soon as she can. Meanwhile Jodie is thisclose to getting her driver’s license and is just two years from graduating from high school with big plans that most likely will take her far from home. At the same time, she and Daniel now have a lot of busy-ness going on in their lives even while they are still but children…teenaged and school-aged. All this happening under and around the Big Top finds my darling husband with more time alone together than in a very, very long time where it is just us.

Thank goodness we have worked hard…very hard to put each other and our marriage first. yes, some days it was hard to put it all first…really, really hard…no, really…so very hard. Some days while in the trenches of baby poop, diapers, potty training, unimaginable loss, homework, after school activities, sibling fights, exhausting teen-aged drama, health crises, financial stresses and woes and all the other stuff that is being parents it would have been very easy to just put one another and our relationship in an old cardboard box in a dusty corner. It would have been very easy. We both would have understood because we both desperately love our children. Perhaps we would be able to find it later too…behind all the useless junk that we save and pile up because we might need it someday or we can sell later on Craigslist. We would have had a lot of support from a lot of other parents too…you know, the GOOD parents…the really good parents who have done the same thing…some of whom are still together…for the kids.

But I’m glad that we didn’t. It has not always been easy to not put the marriage and us aside in favor of the kids. But I’m glad that both of us stuck as best as we could to the heavy lifting and hard work that is absolutely necessary for cultivating a great love. I look at our kids, one by one, stepping out on their own and I am so glad that we didn’t. I find myself alone with just Bill some evenings as the kids still living here under the Big Top have better things to do than hang out with Mom and Dad and I am really, really glad that we didn’t.

I see comments like this

My parents said they loved each other more (we asked :) ). I always felt so safe and secure knowing that they loved each other so much. Their strong marriage has been an example for me. I never ever doubted their love for me, and really did feel so secure knowing that they were a team. They were truly two become one.

and I am even more glad that we didn’t.

To my kids, my wonderful, amazing children and grandchildren whom I would do anything in my human power for because I love you so much, I am so glad that I love your Daddy and your Papa more because, yes, I did and do…not only for me and for him but for all of you too…I love you all that much…just in case you ever wonder.

nurtured

There are times where you wonder why you work so hard to help your child do that which they love to do, want to do, are uniquely made to do. It’s hard work this parenting gig isn’t it? It can often be thankless. There are times where you will find yourself near penniless. Most definitely it makes you exhausted.

So why do it?

Why even bother to work so hard to nurture and encourage these human beings?

For moments like these.

Moments like these where you get to witness the climax of so much hard work, so much sweat, so many tears…including theirs.

Your children worked hard for moments like these. They worked so very hard. Now it is time for you and the mentors who have come alongside them to celebrate their glory, their achievement. This is their moment.

Theirs.

So you celebrate it and continue to nurture them further hugging them, cheering with them, crying tears of joy with them…and, most importantly, you tell them you are so proud of them and what they have done. After that you tell them that you love them.

Worth it. Worth it all.

So proud of you, Jodie, and your entire team.

This week Focus 52 prompt was nurture. Had to wait until now to share because I was juggling away from home the last few days enjoying much platinum-award winning successes of my darling daughter #4 and her dance team. Perhaps next week I shall get back on track. Perhaps.

Oh, and in case you haven’t seen it, Jodie’s platinum award winning solo this weekend.