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Dance, Dance Dance

So here's the big news. I AM OFFICIALLY A DANCE MOM!

Not the news you were expecting? Rest assured, there will be plenty of humorous posts for the next 9 months about my experience as a dance mom. After K's debut with tball this summer, I needed to find another activity for her to try out. I started dance when I was around her age. I absolutely loved it. I danced for the same company K will be dancing for. I think it will provide her with another social outlet, but also keep her moving. That was her issue with tball...it was TOO boring. Sorry baseball fans. I love baseball, but it is just too slow of a sport for her. Although she would definitely be okay with being the DH, but I don't think you get that position until high school.

Apparently this dance thing is a really really big deal. There are TWO nights for registration. And let me tell you, it is like filling out paperwork for having a baby. There is a financial contract you have to sign, basically signing your life and bank account away for tuition. Maybe that was a little dramatic, because this isn't an episode of Dance Moms, but I'm afraid it's going to get that way. This is a serious business. For K, and her age group, she will have two sets of shoes, tap and ballet. They are in a Christmas show and a spring show and will perform 2 dances. They have expectations for the parents and for the students as well. As a teacher I'm very pleased in their structure of expectations and their reward system as well. They even have an entire page of parent expectations. This is a closed studio and have certain times when parents can actually go and watch their kid. I understand where they are coming from in that aspect, because parents are usually a distraction when their kids are supposed to be listening and paying attention to the instruction.

$20 registration
$140 for 2 costumes for the year
$48 for two pairs of dance shoes
$ monthly tuition for studio instruction

In reality it isn't any more expensive than any other activity at this age. Hockey would be even more, gymnastics is about the same price for a 6 week session. I'm so excited for K and I look forward to helping her with her dances.

But this dance mom thing, I'm not too sure about. Sports are political enough, will dance be the same way? I ran into another mom whose daughter will be in the class below K, and we both are thinking, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

This is my big news. I apologize if this was not the news you were expecting, but becoming a dance mom is kinda a big deal. I'm stepping into new territory. I'm a little out of my comfort zone, even thought I danced for 5 years, but that was a quarter of a century ago.

My wine stock will be increasing with tap shoes. If you end up with a pair of tap shoes in your front yard, they are likely courtesy of yours truly!

Let's do this!

#thesinglemomlife #dancemom



~A

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