My own experience with dance consists of one ballet class when I was four, one super cute photo of me in a tutu, and one fiasco of a recital concluding my dance career.
So, as the mom of a dancer I’m always learning things like:
- Don’t expect to understand anything the teachers say in class. I watch a row full of girls in leotards and tights nod in understanding when the teacher says they are to “shu-shu, tendu, plies, releve, dijon, au revoir, RSVP sil vous plait, bon jour, bon appetit (okay, I made most of those up). All I hear is “French stuff, French stuff, French stuff, more French stuff.”
- Splits, despite their appearance, are physically possible (just not for me). My daughter slides down to the floor and splits her body in half without groans of horror or the sound of her bones breaking. She didn’t start…
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