I never envisioned myself being a dance mom, never mind being a COMPETITION dance mom. I am doing my best.

Some of you may go your entire life not knowing the difference between pirouette shoes and jazz shoes. You may not know the term transition tights if your life depended on it. You may even get through life without being asked to glue fake eyelashes onto your child. I am no longer in that club.

The learning curve has been enormous and I have learned a lot. I am still dance-mom-lacking in many ways. This past weekend the hairstyle for my daughter’s trio was changed from “French braid into a low ponytail” to just “low ponytail”. Apparently, I am the only trio-mom who cannot successful perform a French braid. Truth be told, I can barely pull off the low ponytail.

Just like the old Virginia Slims advertisement, I have come a long way baby! This past weekend I applied liquid eyeliner to my daughter’s lids, successfully put a bun in her hair, AND applied lip stain to her lips. I was unable to do those tasks with confidence last year.

I am not sure I am ready to apply fake eyelashes to my daughter. After witnessing a girl’s eyes being temporarily glued shut by a veteran dancer, I am a little hesitant to take the plunge. Maybe there should be a dance-mom class to learn these skills? It could be called Survivor – Dance Mom Edition.img_8892