My name is Sarah. And I am a dance mom.
Funny thing is I never really wanted to be a dance mom. I’ve seen like 1/2 an episode of the infamous show before and it literally made me nauseous… Definitely not a world I wanted to be a part of. And yet… I have this little girl who started taking dance right before she turned 3. This little girl who marched out onto the stage at her first recital like a rockstar. She smiled and danced and smiled and danced some more and loved every minute of it. And here we are 7 years later and nothing has changed.
Turns out being a dance mom is nothing like the TV show. There is hair to french twist, costumes to sequin, and eyelashes to glue. But those things are not what any of it is about. Being a dance mom is actually kind of amazing.
You get to watch friendships grow, girls who support each other through thick and thin. Who are not tearing each other down to bring themselves up. In fact I have repeatedly watched as they build each other up when one is feeling low. You get to see them cheer each other on even when they are competing in the same category. You get to see tears from your 7-year-old after leaving the stage at her first competition not because she was upset but because “I’m just so happy!!!” You get to see not just yours but ALL the girls work their butts off week after week to perfect the little things. You get to see the performances that show just how far all that work has taken them. You get to watch your daughter finally nail her triple she’s been working so hard on front and center in competition. Then watch as she nearly explodes from excitement as she walks off stage. You get to see your little girl become stronger, more athletic, more graceful and most of all-more confident.
So yes. I am a dance mom. And it’s kind of freaking awesome.
To my awesome dancer—I am SO proud of you and every last one of your teammates…