|By JEN BAKKEN|
This week’s Tiny Tale was sent in by Betsy Moran Stolfa, of Delano.
Here is Betsy’s story:
It couldn’t be my worst nightmare, only because I could never have imagined I could be so dumb.
How does a mom, who has delivered the carpool of chatty 5-year-olds to dance class all year, who has bought expensive dance costumes, and who has invited grandmas and aunts to a recital, miss the very recital which her darling daughter has looked forward to so ardently?
When I arrived in the dressing room with my daughter, Charlotte, I knew at once something was wrong.
Where were all her little classmates? Where were the other mothers that I had sat with all year at the dance studio? There were many little girls and mothers there, but none that I knew.
My sense of dread became all-out panic when the dressing room lady informed me that my daughter’s class had performed earlier in the day!
Perhaps there was a reschedule that I missed? Or maybe I am just the world’s dumbest mom.
Needless to say, I was near tears as I tried to think of what I would tell my sweet Charlotte.
There would be no recital for her. No tap number; no “Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.” There would be no curtain call.
Then the dance instructor swooped in and said there is another group with the same costumes, but a slightly different dance, that she could join. She assured me that Charlotte would follow along fine.
Out in the audience, I watched as Charlotte did her numbers. She knew her own dances perfectly, but she looked like the odd-man-out because the others in this new group were doing something completely different.
I was devastated that I had been the cause of all this confusion and that she came off as not knowing her routines.
In the car on the way home, Charlotte said, “It’s a good thing I was there, Mom. Those other girls didn’t know the dances at all!”
Whew! Catastrophe averted!
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