My 7 year old had danced, sang and played music as part of her schools activities more times than I could count with my 2 hands. My second child is going to be just as active and so will the youngest too I am sure, when she starts school.
Accommodating their practice sessions and performances are exhausting but I take it in stride because I want them to remember school as fun too. And at this point, performing in school means putting on striking costumes, fancy hairdo, make-up and they simply adored it all!
Of course it helps that they are talented – which I used to think came genetically from me (because it can’t be from their father).
Until the admittedly tricky (but one which I was so confident of getting the hang of) Magunatip dance stumped me recently.
While she, despite being her very first try, took to it easily.
I wanted to blame my uncooperative legs on that glass of wine I had at that time but it sounded lame against my husband’s explanation : my daughter is a dancing veteran and “How many times have YOU performed on stage?” – he asked me, pointedly.
Yes, I shall do just what he told me to do next time : leave quietly when she is dancing and let her take the spotlight.
A typical morning which starts with child number two pronouncing, loudly, that she “Will NOT eat that! NO WAY!” when she saw what’s on her plate, 10 feet away from the dining table.
There was a line in Adam Sandler’s movie “Bedtime stories” where he said that if a hotel is too much like home, one might as well just stayed home.




