some of the nicest people you meet


…are Dance Moms!

As we prepared to leave Bubba Gumps on the Santa Monica Pier and continue to explore and play, there they all were…THE Dance Moms…yes, Jodie totally squeeeeed because, she is her mother’s daughter. At first glance the kids looked tired, some of the moms looked tired too. I recognized it as dance competition exhaustion. Sure enough they were in town for a dance competition and convention and were taking a much needed afternoon off from dance workshops, competing and filming. I’m sure the last thing most of them wanted was the small crowd circling around them as they waited to be seated for lunch. Still, we had to say hello…

“Holly!”, I called out.

She turned around and smiled brightly at us. And as the rest of her party began to walk into the restaurant, she stayed behind for just a few minutes, talking to Jodie about dance competitions, talking a little bit about my childhood hometown and even introducing herself to Daniel and Zoë. As we thanked her for saying hello she suggested getting a picture with Jodie.

Jodie was squeeeing all over again.

And she asked Daniel to join them in the picture.

We thanked her again and wished her a good day. She in turn graciously said it was nice meeting us, addressing each of my children by name.

Yeah I was impressed because she was so gracious, kind and normal…just another dance mom. And if that wasn’t enough for her to continue to be my favorite Dance Mom, it turns out she is good friends with a dear blogging friend, Kimwho is just an all around awesome person even to people she doesn’t know.

It is indeed a small world…after all.

cutting out the cancer


Last week I alluded to some Dance Moms-like kind of crazy that had invaded our dance team and studio last week. It was bad…a toxic malignancy that took hold very quickly and spread destructively throughout the studio and all caused by one person’s crazy.

It was cancer she told some of us that she had. Members of our team have been touched by cancer before and, like before, we reached out offering support and help. It’s what we do. Funny how she avoided those of us who are medical professionals though. Perhaps because we could have called her out on her “treatments”.

Gossip, innuendo and criticism spread attacking families and dancers in the studio. Soon money belonging to the studio and to the team’s fund-raising efforts began to disappear as well. Then followed accusations with no concrete proof directed at two student teachers and team members. Her malignant behavior continued seeming to divide families.

Yet, in spite of her invasive destruction through lies and personal attacks, the kids thrived and excelled at the last competition in Davis. The parents came together as well, comparing notes and realizing just how much damage, hurt and pain one person was causing.

Perhaps she sensed that her carefully knitted web of lies and deceit was rapidly unraveling. How could she not? At the eleventh hour, before the next competition, she disappeared communicating only via testy text messages.

It was tempting to go after her. After all, she has left a lot of hurt and damage in her wake. But the show had to go on. There was a lot of work to be done changing several dances. In spite of their youth, the kids did just that. They put their heads down and focused on quickly learning and perfecting choreography. As much as they love and miss their team mate who abruptly left, she was not missed this last weekend.

Dare I say that they never danced with more depth and emotion than they did this last weekend?

I do.

So did the judges.

It’s amazing how quickly one can heal when the cancer is excised. These kids (ages 4-18) have learned so much because of this. They have learned that no one person is irreplaceable. They learned so much about their own abilities. They learned about trust. They learned that the show does indeed go on. They learned that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. Their team was nearly torn apart by this malignancy but once removed it only strengthened their bond as a team.

This team. This team is amazing! And to celebrate their strength, their healing and finally being cancer-free, they got silly…

with silly string.

Sorry, you weren’t missed.

Not.

At.

All.

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!