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I don’t know how parents do it. I’m not a mom so I really wouldn’t know. So, please, if you do know, tell me…how do parents know what kind of activities their children should take?
Random question perhaps but after a weekend full of culture and talent I’ve been left wondering “Why didn’t my parents force me to dance?”
I’ll admit, this question is massively based on a desire to have the stellar body like those I saw on the female cast of “Rock of Ages” (super awesome, kick-ass stage show!). What amazing athletes!! Not to mention their performances were phenomenal! They were equally as sensational as hot bartenders as they were exotic dancers on the Sunset Strip!
The entire time I was watching the show I just kept saying to myself, “I wish my parents had put me in to dance!” These women could not have simply decided over night to become a Broadway sensation! Their talents would have taken years and years to cultivate! It could have been me!
I day dreamed for the remainder of the weekend about what it would be like to prance around in garter straps, high heels and a washboard stomach. Ahhh the dream! I would have been awesome!!!
Well, perhaps that is not true.
When I was younger I did take dance…I know, I know…the shock is still a little raw for me too!
For about two weeks I was in Jazz. I pranced around the room to MC Hammers “Can’t Touch This” and shook my booty until I sweat. To this day I have no idea why I ever left Jazz but sure enough, two weeks later I was hanging up the dance shoes and moving on.
I really am glad I had the parents I did because they would have to be rather understanding to allow a child to be so uncommitted. Not only did I not get in trouble for leaving Jazz but I was encouraged to join the National Baton Twirling corp in my city (Yup…I was a baton twirler…go ahead…laugh away…we kicked ass!), most other parents would have kept me home for fear of wasting their time.
Alas, baton did not last either. Within a year of joining we moved and I took up the path my brother had paved, placed my “tomboy” hat firmly on my head and joined things like wrestling and army cadets (wow…this is really revealing how much of a geek child I was…oh well).
Although I enjoyed the time I had as a child and teenager I can’t help but wonder what would have become of me if I had continued to dance. If I hadn’t dropped out of dance class maybe I would find myself on stage shaking my thonged tushy in front of admiring audience members while rocking out to Bon Jovi and Stix or maybe I’d be on television dancing for my life on “So You Think You Can Dance”! Who knows, maybe I would have sprained an ankle and ended up writing like I’m doing now (destiny has a funny way of sorting that crap out).
Still, I wonder…could it have been me?
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Perhaps it was fate stepping in. Instead of shaking your thonged tushy on a Broadway stage, it could just as easily been at the airport strip joint. Not all dancers get where they want to go. Be happy sweetie, that your parents didn’t discourage the tomboy side of you. Those skills, morals and values will take you much further in life, after the body decides that it’s had enough.
BTW, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that body of yours….
Dj
It sure sounds like you had a very exciting time living your dream through the performers on stage. They make it look so easy and I am sure that since you were and still are a very committed person you will achieve all of your dreams. They have changed since your childhood but at least back then you did have the chance to try different things which you excelled in.
Your writing will be a success as you continue to pour your heart and soul into it as I see you do. Just beware of outside distractions such as upsetting people who think they know it all not only in regard to your writing but your life in general.
Ignore them and consentrate in the Good In Your Life which will then give you lots of time to enjoy your writing.
You have support from many of your readers as well as your family, friends and the Good Lord.
So keep on being the beautiful person that you are.
Love
Always
Thank you Clair
Thank you DJ
It’s never too late, Farrah! Get out there and shake that booty. If I can do it, so can you, sweetie … and probably with a lot more flavor. Did you read my Dance Lessons or Relationship Lessons? It can teach you way beyond dance moves.
Hugs,
Regina
I didn’t read it Regina but I will have to do so
and yes…thinking I may take up a little booty shake soon 