Sentimental Journey
I was originally planning to do a post all about people to whom “status” is paramount. I was going to be witty…cutting…pithy…
The best laid plans.
Did you know that OmegaMom, that paragon of rational thought, that believer in “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again”, lover of practicality, is, in reality, a sentimental marshmallow?
Yes, it is true.
Why do I bring this up?
Well, today, at the dotter’s ballet class, we were given schedules for recital stuff. (We’re talking five meetings/rehearsals within one week in May!) Teachers were scurrying around getting measurements and weights for the kids. The jazz/ballet company (girls around 12 who had to audition for the company) was rehearsing in the big studio. Miss Elaine had the primary/kindergarten class scuttle into the big studio and practice their routine right after the jazz/ballet company did their big production.
And I was just a mess.
It took everything I have to not dab at my eyes and start sniffling.
I was on the verge of sobbing.
This recital is designed to yank at heartstrings in multiple ways. First off, it has a patriotic theme. The p/k girls are doing their routine to a slow version of “My Country Tis Of Thee”. The jazz dancers are dancing to Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America”–a tear-jerker if there ever was one. A whole slew of other patriotic songs follows. And then there’s the fact that they’re just so damned cute. And it’s the dotter’s first recital.
(The p/k girls are adorably uncoordinated. I fully expect them to be turning in opposite directions, some to be stepping forward when they’re supposed to be stepping back, and a few collisions.)
If I’m like this for a silly class, just because the dotter is well on her way to her first recital, what on earth am I going to be like for the Real Thing??
Mush, I tell ya. Mush.
I’ll do “status” tomorrow.
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