My Tiny Dancer

Or not so tiny Dancer as Darcie appears to have really grown up these past three months! This weekend my beautiful girlie took part in her very first dance show - The Stage Door. Though it was a long weekend, I haven't seen her this excited or "buzzed" about something in such a long time, which was infectious and I found myself grinning from ear to ear most of the time too.

This weekend has been a long time in the making. I remember being a teen and day dreaming about having a daughter of my own who I could share the magic of the stage with, so this weekend that dream came true. Darcie danced with the same theatre school I attended Anglia Region Theatre School and her teachers who I dance alongside all those years ago.

 I have danced from age 4 and I went on to do Ballet, Tap, Modern, Disco, Street, Drama and Piano - I loved everything about performing and had my heart set on becoming a dance teacher. Well, I ended up becoming a teacher just not one of dance! At age 15/16 I ended up causing huge damage to my knee, every time I would dance it would inflame and cause a horrendous amount of pain. I ended up going to the hospital, where I was told that I would need to slow down on the dancing and undertake physio. At that point, I was assisting dance lessons gaining experience in teaching, I had performed in London numerous times and even danced at Disney Land. I burst into tears and instantly hated my body for not allowing me to do what I wanted to do. Being the stubborn madame I am, I decided if I couldn't give it my all, then I wouldn't do it at all.

Biggest mistake of all.

Now I look back, I can see this was the start of my anxiety. I seriously lost confidence in myself and left behind a hobby that I devoted all of my childhood and teen years too. When I went to university I decided it was time to put those dance shoes back on and started doing Modern, Tap and Street. I instantly fell back in love. However, I was dancing alongside girls who were five years younger than me and I seemingly just couldn't keep back up with the pace. Plus my priorities were focused on getting my degree.

Me and my old dancing buddies with our children. The next generation.

So, to see my little girl doing something that I truly loved, literally made me beam with pride. A moment I will never forget is when we met her at the stage door and Jamie asked her if she was ok, she replied: "Yes, I'm crying because I'm so happy and I'm so proud of myself". Well, that just set me and my mum off!

After the haziness and chaos of the weekend, my daughter is constantly talking about it and asking if she can now start Disco dancing. So, looks like I will be signing her up for more, who knows, maybe I'll sign myself up for a tap class.

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Mummy B xoxox