I started this blog as a place to put the "mommy stuff" that just doesn't fit over on my other blog.
I became a first time mom at the age of 43 so this blog is written from *gasp* an older mom's perspective.
I love being a mom to the funniest little girl on the planet (check out the scroll over to the right ---> for some of her gems!) and I hope you enjoy reading about our adventures together!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The other day I caught my daughter literally transfixed on the television. It was a holiday production of Swan Lake and she was entirely captivated. I was moved by her apparent interest in the program and innocently asked, "Do you think you want to be a dancer when you grow up? You could learn how to dance like that..."
I really thought I was being the encouraging and supportive mom but her hurt expression told me another story. "But I am already a dancer!" she exclaimed, clearly hurt that I might be suggesting otherwise.
It is true. My daughter is a dancer. She leaps into action at the slightest hint of music. Random humming by her mother can evoke entire productions and every television theme song has it's own number. My girl can not walk in a straight line, ever. Where ever we go her gait is punctuated with pirouettes and leaping flourishes, spins and bows, dancing all the time!
What could I have been thinking?
I was thinking, in my overly trained adult mind, that dancing didn't count unless it was professional grade. And when I say professional grade, that means someone with credentials must declare it so. Those Swan Lake performers made the cut by some director trained in evaluating ballet so I give them the nod of inclusion in my narrow little world. My daughter's dance moves are often quite fantastic. Perhaps better then some professional ones but I am willing to discount them because she is not trained.
What ever happened to dancing for the sheer joy of it?
I suddenly recalled a study I read about somewhere in which a group of Kindergartners were asked to raise their hands if they were dancers, artists, singers, etc. All the kids raised their hands for everything. When the same question was posed to adults only 20% or less of the people raised their hands.
I would not have raised my hands even though I sculpt regularly with play doh, make up songs and sing stories about a mythical red iguana named Jelly, and dance multiple times daily with my daughter.
Somehow I discounted all of it.
This ends today. I am an artist. I am a chef. I am an architect. I am a dancer!
Who are you?
Posted by Everyday Kathy at 1:12 PM