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    Entries in Dance (12)

    Friday
    May182012

    Yes, It HAS Been A Whole Year Since The Last One

    People.

    It is Dance Recital Weekend.  The weekend that is all about Faith.

    And her stage mom.

    It actually kicked off last weekend with a marathon 12 hour dress rehearsal.  Our studio does dress rehearsal and photographs the same day so Faith’s hair and make up had to be perfect last week too.

    I tweeted some photos last weekend via Instagram.  This is Faith in the ballet costume that delights my heart.

    It is very sparkly.  I have glitter all of the back seat of my car.  Hayden got some of it on the butt of his pants on the way to the movies on Mother’s Day.

    We mocked him.

    Reader Katie B asked about stage make up the other day because her adorable daughter is in her first recital this year.  Poor Katie B is trying to figure out how to put on the stage make up and not have her precious little girl look like a tart.

    Short answer:  not possible.

    Katie B you must embrace your inner stage mom.  Feel free to let loose with the liquid eye liner and hoochie-mama lipstick.  Get your full on Toddlers and Tiaras on.

    When Faith was little I put blush, mascara and pink lipstick on her.  In those years she was always in some kind of “natural” costume like a fairy or a bumble bee.  I believe Katie B’s daughter is in a mini Wonder Woman costume so I’d go ahead and go darker for that.  I like the liquid eye liner.  It’s a little harder to apply on a squirmy little girl, but you can do a thinner line and it’s more dramatic.

    Here are Faith’s eyes when she was six (I hadn’t added her lipstick yet.  That went on just before she hit the stage to avoid having it smeared all over her costume)

    You have to admit that the eye liner and mascara make her eyes look huge

    This year, for the first time, Faith is wearing foundation.  It’s Reagan’s, borrowed without her permission. Hopefully she won’t read this post until Sunday.  My skin is much darker than my girls’ who have their dad’s fair complexion and I didn’t want to buy a whole bottle of foundation for one weekend so I’m pilfering Reagan’s for the occasion.

    My biggest excitement for this year’s look though is the hair.  Every other year, we’ve had to change hair along with costumes for different dances which can be a wee bit stressful when you have six minutes between dances.  This year the director did away with all that nonsense and all the big girls have the same hair through the whole recital.  It’s like a gift of time.

    I do have to say though that it looks a little better with the ballet costume than the MC Hammer get up.

    That costume is just crying out for some big ‘ol bangs and crimped hair don’t you think?

     

    Thursday
    Mar082012

    Holding It All Together

    I had a very rough day yesterday that involved two different waiting rooms and two different patients.  No I was not either of the patients, but we all know that I should not be involved in anything medical so I feel I suffered nearly as much as they did.

    For the official record:  If you suffer a medical crisis you should call me immediately so that I can come over and sit with your kid/dog/goldfish while a competent person takes you to the hospital.

    Rich was perfectly calm as we walked into his doctor’s office yesterday.  An office that Rich neglected to tell me was in a medical building that is ATTACHED TO THE HOSPITAL. 

    I’m not a big fan of hospitals or the sights/sounds/scents found within.

    It didn’t help when we got off of the elevator and saw this.

    Oh yes that would be an infectious diseases office just doors down from where I was sitting.

    Good thing I used my sleeve to press the elevator button huh?

    I spent the next two and a half hours in a teeny tiny waiting room all by myself trying very hard to not hear what was happening on the other side of the door.  Not that Rich didn’t tell me about it in excrutiating detail (yes, he could indeed smell his eyeballs burning) later because he likes watching me squirm.

    The good news?  He could actually see me squirm!  His vision was still “foggy” and he wore sunglasses in the house all night, but he kept saying really funny things like, “Look! It’s 8:42!” because he could see the clock across the room.  And when I stuck my tongue out at him he called me on it.

    Dangit.

    Because (of course) Rich was not driving last night, I was the one who picked Faith up from dance class.  So I was the one standing there when her friends came rushing out of Studio C yammering, “Mindee! Mindee! Mindee!  Faith got kicked in the face and she is bleeding EVERYWHERE!”

    You would have been proud.  I put on my calm, cool and collected face.  I looked at her tongue which closely resembled bloody hamburger and I did not faint or freak.

    It was a shining moment.

    Then I drove her to the Urgent Care clinic to make sure she didn’t have a concussion or damaged jaw.  She let me take a picture of her holding her cup full of bloody spit. Fortunately the 13 year old girl her who kicked her was petite and she got hit under the jaw instead of on the side of her head so a mangled tongue and swelling is the worst of it.

    We got home, I gave her some ice cream and ibuprofen and sent her to bed.  Then I slipped Rich a couple of Benadryl and gave myself one while I was at it and went to bed.

    All in all, I am glad to be going to work today. 

    Following along my Lenten adventure? Today’s piece of paper is: No more popcorn.  Since I lost television last week, this shouldn’t be too hard.

    Monday
    Jan232012

    Winter Recital

    My kids don't play basketball.

    They don't play basketball because I don't like to watch basketball and so I never signed them up.

    So there.

    I suppose that if one of them had begged me to sign them up for basketball, I would have done so but I certainly never suggested it and they seem to be developing fairly normally so I think we're good.

    What I do like are equestrian shows, soccer, and volleyball so they've done all of those.

    Hayden also played baeseball because I thought I liked baseball, but after sitting in the stands through a few 100 plus degree games each summer I was fairly delighted when he decided to hang up his bat and glove for good.

    Although I have to say - he was pretty adorable in his uniform.

    Of all the things I like to watch, I like to watch dance the most.  Probably because it doesn't involve weather or whistles.  There are no bad calls from referees, loud gyms, dirt or horse poop.

    Instead there are theater seats, costumes, music and make up.  What's not to love? (Hayden actually has a pretty long list in answer to that question.)  So I was delighted when Faith's dance studio added a winter recital this year.  Her studio director believes dance is an art, not a sport, so her dancers don't do competitions.  I already appreciated that theory, but after watching a few episodes of Dance Moms I am doubly convinced that this is the way to go. The downside though is that without competitive events, we really only had one opportunity a year to see Faith perform which is not enough for this mama.

    I truly appreciated the extra opportunity this year to watch my girl in her element.

     

    I know she's getting too old for me to call her cute but . . . 

    . . .isn't she????

    Thursday
    Aug182011

    Mindee's Authoritative (Not) Opinion On Extra-Curricular Activities

    I'm going to finish up the back to school Q&A session with this great question from Katie B. whose oldest daughter is just entering kindergarten:

    How much is too much after school activities for my kindergartner? Dance? Piano? Another Dance class? Girl Scouts? Swim Lessons? Not that I've signed her up for any of that yet . . .

    Well first of all, in my opinion, swimming lessons are not optional.  Every child needs to take them until the test out of the top level.  Swimming is a life skill that everyone needs to be safe in the water.  As for the rest of it, let me start by saying that no matter how talented in any area your child is . . .

    WIPE ANY IDEA OF COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIPS OUT OF YOUR HEAD.

    Seriously.

    Now.

    This 2008 article from the NY Times should be required reading for all parents signing up their five year olds for sports.  I mean it.  Go read it.  I'll wait.  It explains just how futile those dreams are.  Some excerpts:

    "Excluding the glamour sports of football and basketball, the average N.C.A.A. athletic scholarship is nowhere near a full ride, amounting to $8,707. In sports like baseball or track and field, the number is routinely as low as $2,000. Even when football and basketball are included, the average is $10,409. Tuition and room and board for N.C.A.A. institutions often cost between $20,000 and $50,000 a year.. . .

    "In 2003-4, N.C.A.A. institutions gave athletic scholarships amounting to about 2 percent of the 6.4 million athletes playing those sports in high school four years earlier.

    Given the amount of time and money you'll spend from birth to 18 to develop a child who can earn a scholarship you would be MUCH better served to invest the time into academic pursuits and the money into a good investment fund.  By the time your child is 18, they'll be much more capable of earning one of the plentiful academic scholarships and have a tidy sum in the bank to fall back on.

    But what to do when your child truly passionately love a sport or instrument or other extra-curricular activity?

    How much time and resources do you spend?

    There's no right answer except this:  If other areas of your child's life or your family's life are taking second place to activities you have too many.

    We have struggled with this many times over the years.  For instance, Reagan's first love is horseback riding.  Frankly, this sport is not in our budget and loading and driving a horse and al the equipment to competitions is a time suck that we haven't been willing to delve into too often.  So the compromise is that we have a (relatively) inexpensive horse whom we love but who isn't all that great at competing and we've limited those competitions to three or four local shows a year.

    Reagan may very well have gone further in the horse world had we devoted more of our resources to it, but the cost to our family would have been too great.  Honestly?  I've shed some tears over it.  It's frustrating to not be able to give your kids all their dreams.

    But that's life.

    Faith has a huge passion for dancing and shows some real talent for it but until this year, we've limited her to 2-3 classes a week though she'd love to be there every day. 

    We do this because we love her.  We want her to have a full life with lots of experiences.  She's played soccer and learned to play the violin.  She's spent countless hours playing outside with her best friend Em.  We've gone on vacations and eaten dinner together.  She would have had to sacrifice some of this if she'd had the eight classes a week she wanted.

    Will she be a professional dancer someday?

    Maybe.  She sure thinks so. 

    But whether she's the worlds greatest dancer or a school teacher or an accountant, more than anything we want her to be a good and healthy human.

    We all want our kids to be all that they can be, but before you fill out another registration form or write another check, remember these points:

    • Family comes first.  Some families make their kids activities a family event and that's great.  But if you find that your kids' extra-curriculars are taking away from family, it's time to re-evaluate.
    • School comes second.  If activities are getting in the way of homework or your kids are too tired in class because they've been run ragged at basketball, re-evaluate.
    • Life is long.  Childhood is not the only time in life to learn to play an instrument, learn martial arts or take a pottery class.  You aren't obligated to provide every experience now.  Leave some things for them to explore when they get older.
    • If you can't afford it, you can't afford it.  There are millions of parents in the world who can't afford food for their kids.  Don't feel bad if you can't afford ice skating lessons.
    • If they don't love it, don't force it.  Hayden has tried soccer, baseball, flag football swim team and guitar lessons.  He whined about doing all of them.  We made him complete each season he signed up for because commitments must be honored and then we moved on.  Eventually he found Tae Kwon Do which he really took to.  I don't consider the others a waste of time or money, but they would have been if I'd made him do them. 

    Finally, remember that kids change their interests.  I'm thinking of my friend, Allison, whose daughter has played softball for years.  Spring practice, summer leagues, clinics in the fall and winter, private lessons . . . she's done it all.

    She's very good and her whole family is involved.  Allison's husband coaches the team and they've had a great time over the years traveling to tournaments and making friends in the softball world.  Allison and her husband have always been realistic about their daughter's future as a college athlete (not-likely) but they all truly love the sport.

    Except this year?

    Their daughter, who is now a sophomore in high school, decided that she wants to play soccer which she has never even tried.  To get in shape for soccer, she quit softball and joined the cross-country team of all things.

    If Allison were one of those parents who were hanging all their hopes and dreams on her kid's accomplishments she would be bereft right now.  She's not.  Instead, Allison just laughs and shakes her head and is going out to buy soccer cleats.

    Most importantly, her daughter is learning that her parents love her and support her no matter what sport she plays - or doesn't.

    And that is the most important thing that any extra-curricular activity can bring.

     

    Tuesday
    May242011

    Big

    We are going to Faith's middle school meeting tonight and then 5th grade graduation is Friday. 

    When my oldest started middle school I was scared.  When the second started, I was resigned.

    With my baby?

    I'm sad.

    This is the end of an era.  I no longer have little kids.  I truly loved the elementary school years and will be sorry to see them go.

    Watch the years fly by in dance photos.

    This is Faith in 2007.

    And in 2008.

    Her bestest friend Em, who is a year older, takes a photo with her every year.

    For many years, they and their friends would play Polly Pockets backstage between dances.  These girls have been Faith's friends since 1st grade.

    Backstage this year they just talked, ate junk food and read teen magazines.

    And Faith took the pictures herself.

    As for Faith and Em?

    They just aren't little anymore.

    I know that by the time she graduates, I'll look at this picture and think she looks small.

    But compared to this tiny sprite?

    Well, it's clear that she's a big kid now.