You see, there are a few monikers that always worried me. Scratch that: I had a lot of preconceived notions about “dance moms,” all of which were wrong. But beyond that, I knew nothing of what it meant to be a dance mom. With white polka dots and a pink ballerina on the front, it just felt right. And I bought her a dance bag because it was cute. I got her a pink tutu, the fluffy kind Fancy Nancy would wear. We bought tights and leotards, tap shoes and ballet flats. I didn’t want to force her into soccer or onto a pint-sized basketball team. So I enrolled her in dance class, because treating my kids as individuals is important to me. She regularly made up dances and put on plays. She always wanted to wear bows and ball gowns, and she twirled and swayed whenever she heard a song. She would say “hi” to anyone we would meet and (literally) hugged strangers on the street. When my daughter was little - very little - I knew she was different. RELATED: The Best Kids Basketball Shoes, According To Pros - And Why It Matters, Anyway Because while I always knew I wanted to be a mother, I never thought I would be that mom: a dance mom.
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A pint-sized powerhouse full of smiles, personality, splits, and spunk. I went to midnight screenings of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show.” So imagine my surprise when I gave birth to a daughter - a dress-loving, high-heel-wearing little girl. And in high school, I didn’t go to see rom-coms like my peers. In middle school, I played basketball I was one hell of a point guard. I’ve never been much of a “ girly girl.” Growing up, I spent the bulk of my time in trees, climbing birches and scuffing my knees.
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