Yet another evening on the couch at “our” studio. Foxtrot is the group class taking over the floor right now, and my lovely daughter is entering her third hour of dance for the evening. She began at 5:45pm. It is nearly 8:45pm, and she will dance until 9:15. My doing? Not so much, but i did allow it. Am I complaining? Not at all. However, it is a school night and we will not return home until 10 tonight because our studio is fourty-five minutes from home.
This is standard practice, collectively, for the hard core dance mom. Long hours paired with a very tired kiddo at the end of several hours of dance.
A lot has transpired this evening. The kiddo was super excited because she recieved her critique from some nationally renouned judges, and got high marks all around, especially for her timing and body placement in general. I couldn’t help but to think of her signature “chicken wing” that her right arm tends to make when she does a turn, and wonder how that was somehow missed.
We learned this evening that she is going to be able to compete in New York in March. Ballroom is different than other styles of dance in that you know about comps WAY in advance and begin to prepare long long before the comps come around. So you could potentially create a routine as a bronze student only to rework the same routine throughout your ballroom career.
More about that later. This post just got interrupted by a child crying about blisters that have somehow formed on her feet (probably due to that pesky pedicure she enjoyed tremendously last week.) Oh the drama…