Mother's Day (Non Dance Mom Edition)
I learned something about myself a few weeks ago. Something I find odd and disturbing.
I'm a prude.
I assume that isn't odd for most but please consider the fact that I voluntarily refer to myself as "the real VD". Sure they are my initials. But I don't need to get so excited about it.
Before I go any further though I think I need to go back a bit.
As summer drew to a close Natalie's obsession turned to dance. She wanted to learn ballet. I searched the surrounding area for a school and selected one that seemed the least terrifying to a person who has never taken a dance class. (this was only because I was unloved as a child and not because I have absolutely no grace whatsoever.)
|Ready for her first class.|
Basically it was the complete opposite of all those terrifyingly reality shows.
It is at this point that I would like to point out that I don't watch Dance Moms or Toddlers and Tiaras but their influence is so pervasive that even I can't avoid them when they leak into the MSM. (that's snob talk for Main Stream Media)
I was forced to conclude that the lunatics on the reality show were aberrations and certainly not the norm. I happily continued to believe that until this weekend.
|She's supposed to be a dog despite the lamb like qualities of her costume.|
|The phrase "herding cats" comes to mind.|
That certainly sounded legit in my head.
Then Saturday arrived. Natalie and I headed out nice and early.
I then watched with a sort of morbid fascination as Mom's plastered make up on little girls and reminded them to "shake it". That was when the fear started to settle in.
|It's hard to see anything but this was actually the cute part.|
Between herding Natalie's class and the multiple trips to the bathroom the rest of kind of a blur. Nothing reached the level of craziness that would warrant a reality show and in the school defense Natalie's teacher is a really nice lady.
All that aside she isn't going back because I'm a prude.
Shocking I know. To no one more than myself.
These are the things you learn if you have a daughter. I'm pretty sure if I only had a son I would have gone on in ignorant bliss thinking I was cool and progressive.