There was a time, a few years ago, when I defined myself as a dancer. I listed it somewhere below ‘blogger, runner, chocaholic’. I still go to dance classes, but the days of defining myself as a dancer are gone. The rest of the world got better and I got stuck. I got worse. My brain just isn’t wired to learn dance moves. I wasn’t a dancer as a kid and coming to those skills and that ability to learn and remember in later life is hard.
I’m not a dancer any more.
But I’m a dance mum. And I’m proud of that.
We had our annual dance show this weekend (straight after Britmums Live – I can’t begin to tell you how tired I was). Yes, I still danced. And I worked blimmin’ hard to learn those routines. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I ‘nailed it’, but I didn’t mess up badly, like I would have done a couple of weeks earlier. But I wasn’t feeling it like I used to.
My daughter’s dancing, on the other hand, is something else.
We did two performances and were in four dances each. And for every one of my daughter’s eight dances, I was in the wings. Where I wasn’t supposed to be. Getting under people’s feet. Because I had to see her dance.
Regular readers will know that there are few things that give me greater pleasure than seeing my daughter dance. There’s lots of new people in my class this year and I took great pleasure in telling as many of them as possible: ‘That’s my daughter!’
The one with the natural talent. The one who definitely doesn’t take after her mum.
She did two street routines and two contemporary routines. For the street routines, I smiled so hard I thought my face would crack. And for the contemporary routines? There were tears in my eyes. Contemporary dance is so beautiful and emotional and the music always tugs at the heart strings. Seeing my daughter dancing so beautifully always makes me emotional.
Her street class is made up of years 3 and 4. They danced to Wrapped Up, a really energetic dance, with my daughter at the front and in the middle, giving it her best attitude. Then there was Get Shaky – all about breaking the rules after school. More attitude, more energy. More massive smiles from me.
Her contemporary class is made up of years 4 to 7, so she’s one of the ‘little ones’. She might be smaller than some of them, but she’s in no way inferior. The dances are harder, but my daughter has them completely under control. Her moves are so strong, yet so fluid. I could watch her do contemporary dance all day. She danced to Lay Me Down and One Republic’s I Lived – my absolute favourite of all her dances.
I might not nail my dances, but my daughter nails it EVERY TIME. Whether it’s street or contemporary, I can’t take my eyes off her. She draws me in. And a lot of other people too. I’m so proud of her.