April 6

There was a mild meltdown before Christina’s dance class where she said she never wanted to go again, that she hated it… tears and tears and tears. This is a person who all season long has told me how much she loves dance and wants to join the competitive team and take four classes next year… I managed to use my mother’s finesse to finally get from her that she feels self conscious because she is by far the oldest and most capable in the class. Which makes total sense. So I counted the number of classes she has left (seven), got her to agree to survive seven more classes, and went the extra questionable step of promising her an ice cream cone for each class she goes to, and a much happier child went to class. I think she may even still be open to joining the team as long as she has some say in where she’s placed. So we’ll see. Moms really need super powers of finesse. Sometimes I’ve got it… and other times I resort to screaming in the parking lot. Yesterday was a good day.