I haven’t joined in Loud ‘n’ Proud for a couple of weeks. Me, the queen of proud mummy moments and a Loud ‘n’ Proud co-host, had discovered the pride cupboard was bare. But proud moments are always just around the corner and sometimes they take you by surprise. Like this one.
At the elite dance rehearsal this week, all of the students showed the others the dances they’ve been learning in class. In most groups there were between three and five dancers. But my daughter is the only one in her class to have made it to the elite dance group. She would have to dance on her own. I’d talked to her about it beforehand, would she be happy to dance solo in front of the group? Would her teacher help her? We didn’t know. It was all new territory for her.
I arrived to pick her up and the rehearsal was over-running. People were still showing their dances. After a couple more dances, the teacher asked my daughter if she’d be happy to dance as she was the only one in her class. My daughter pulled a ‘yeah, why not?’ kind of face, the teacher shouted some words of encouragement and up she got.
As soon as the music started, I watched my girl who had been sitting so quietly, transform. All hair and attitude, she strutted her stuff and she owned that room. No nerves, no hesitation, she just danced.
Our dance school is a friendly one and everyone supports each other. As my daughter got into her groove, the older kids, the teenagers and the adults all started cheering her and clapping along in time with the music. And she just kept on giving it her street dance attitude. My eyes filled with tears and I felt like my heart would burst with pride at my little girl up there in a room of 30 people, all older than her, dancing so confidently.
As the track changed, she faltered slightly and hesitated. Her teacher sat in front of her and showed her a couple of moves to get her back on track. Then the teacher got up to dance with her – and immediately messed up. I could see from the look on her face that it was her, and not my daughter, who’d used the wrong arm. The teacher’s look said it all: ‘you know this dance, I’ll leave you to it and won’t mess it up for you’.
So, with only one small hesitation, my daughter totally smashed it. I’d only gone to pick her up from rehearsals, I didn’t expect to go home bursting with pride.
Linking up to Loud ‘n’ Proud with the lovely Suzanne at 3 Children and It.