I can be a bit of a dum-dum.
Remember the wardrobe malfunction?
Regardless, I never thought my career as a dance mom might be literally thwarted by a dum-dum.
MaMe Musings' readers, let me explain. And, then, I hope you will chime in and let me know if you think I am making a Mounds out of a Reese's Pieces.
As you might recall, we started Emily back in dance in January. We picked the studio based primarily on convenience (it's practically across the street from their school).
I called in early January to see if she could do a trial class and was told to bring her the following week.
A couple of weeks later, we finally made it. I was taken back when the teacher was a little less- than- enthusiastic about having a new student. She hemmed and hawed for several minutes about whether Emily could come in. If Emily hadn't been in the car and if she hadn't been talking about dance all day long, I would have taken her home. Finally, I flat-out asked the teacher if my child was welcome or not. I explicitly said I didn't want to bring her somewhere she wasn't welcome. At that point, the teacher acquiesced and told me to bring Emily on in.
Emily fit right in, made a new friend, and talked about dance all week, so begrudgingly, I took her back.
Without going into lots of specifics, let's just say that this class itself has left a lot to be desired. As a teacher, I recognize I can be a little critical of other teachers, so I've held back. First and foremost, Emily appears to be enjoying herself and that is my primary concern at this age.
One of Emily's favorite parts of the class is the end where she gets a dum-dum sucker. Because she's such a sweetie, she always asks for a second one so she can give one to Drew who waits patiently for her in the lobby. Drew often goes into the studio to meet Emily, and the teacher knows that Emily has a twin.
You're probably wondering why I am building up this dum-dum, right? It's just a dum-dum. The kind people give out generously to children everywhere--
except at our dance studio.
Apparently, according to Marty, last week, the teacher, with an expression of reluctance, gave Drew his dum-dum and said, "You know, these are really supposed to just be for the students."
Stop me. Because there's a snarky mom part of me that's halfway to the car with a bag of dum-dums that I will be delivering to her with the message that this $2.99 bag should cover my kid for the remainder of any dance classes we might ever attend.
However, the other more rational part of me just wants to pull Emily out of the class and let the stingy teacher keep her dum-dums for the other students.
I'd hate, though, for Emily to miss out on something she enjoys--although, from an instructional standpoint (see above), I don't think she'll miss much.
But, she's two and half, and thankfully, her memory is still relatively short. Maybe she'd forget all about dance if we just didn't mention it.
Or, maybe, just maybe, some MaMe Musings' reader will convince me that I am completely over-reacting...
I have been known to be a dum-dum like that...