Proud
Ok, I say it a lot, but amma gonna say it agin. I am proud of my girls. They draw, they dance, they tell stories, and as soon as they get a solid grasp of writing, I'm sure they'll be doing that as well. They were in the nutcracker at the Maumee performing arts center, and they were onstage for a grand total of about half of an hour between the two performances. Most kids are onstage for maybe about 2 minutes during a performance.
My concern is that they won't lose interest in dance. They will love it the more they do it. My concern is that they won't lose interest in dance, their grandmother will. That this is some short-lived fad of hers. My impression is, given that the dance teacher clearly and deliberately placed us away from her during both performances, and foreward of her seat, that they know each other. My guess is that Grandma did an ad for the school as some stage. It's irritating to think that someone believes I'm really that stupid. Another thing that's irritating is that the girls come over to my house without their dance gear, making me look like an idiot for not having it ready for class when I take them. But I can get over that.
But My Babies notice. They can see through the crap, too. They were the ones who brought certain items to my attention, and not the other way 'round. I wouldn't have noticed, or been aware. It guts me to know they see this going on. They don't understand, and they shouldn't. That it's a flailing bid for control over something that certain persons don't have a say over. My integrity defends itself by its nature. This sabotage is only inflicting harm on the perpetuators.
I'm going to hang back. If they ask me a question, all I can do is provide a clear answer. I keep it clean, I keep it concise, and I don't effect their view unless all I can give is my opinion, and then I make it clear that it is my opinion. I can only imagine what other people are telling them. But in the meantime I can watch and encourage them. They are recieving opportunities. I'm going to encourage them to take the opportunities they are given with enthusiasm. I know the colors of the people involved. I'm proud to say that my kids do, too.
That, and they dance very well.
My concern is that they won't lose interest in dance. They will love it the more they do it. My concern is that they won't lose interest in dance, their grandmother will. That this is some short-lived fad of hers. My impression is, given that the dance teacher clearly and deliberately placed us away from her during both performances, and foreward of her seat, that they know each other. My guess is that Grandma did an ad for the school as some stage. It's irritating to think that someone believes I'm really that stupid. Another thing that's irritating is that the girls come over to my house without their dance gear, making me look like an idiot for not having it ready for class when I take them. But I can get over that.
But My Babies notice. They can see through the crap, too. They were the ones who brought certain items to my attention, and not the other way 'round. I wouldn't have noticed, or been aware. It guts me to know they see this going on. They don't understand, and they shouldn't. That it's a flailing bid for control over something that certain persons don't have a say over. My integrity defends itself by its nature. This sabotage is only inflicting harm on the perpetuators.
I'm going to hang back. If they ask me a question, all I can do is provide a clear answer. I keep it clean, I keep it concise, and I don't effect their view unless all I can give is my opinion, and then I make it clear that it is my opinion. I can only imagine what other people are telling them. But in the meantime I can watch and encourage them. They are recieving opportunities. I'm going to encourage them to take the opportunities they are given with enthusiasm. I know the colors of the people involved. I'm proud to say that my kids do, too.
That, and they dance very well.