I have returned from my daughter's dance competition in Louisville,Kentucky. It was fantastic! My daughter's team was awarded double platinum (the highest level) and won first place overall. You would not believe how excited she was! And she had the extra honor of being the one to collect the trophies and medals for the team.
I'll share a quick story about life backstage in the dressing rooms before I tell my knot story. So, I was with the girls in the dressing room while they were preparing to go on. My daughter decided to mess with her makeup case.
"Leave it alone," I said. "You're going to drop it and break it."
"Mom, I'm not going to break it."
Two seconds later, she dropped it. Eyeshadow spilled out onto the floor. It crumbled and left a powdered mess. Same thing with the blush. It took everything for me not to say, "I told you so!" Instead, I said, "Just clean it up!"
Meanwhile the other girls were runnning around, opening and closing the window shades. One girl would open, and the other would race to close it before the other was opened. I just shook my head. Finally, they turned an iPod on and started dancing to, "I'm Sexy and I Know It." You don't even want to know what that looked like!
Such is the life of a dance mom!
Now for the featured story.
I was standing at the bus stop with my eight-year-old son this morning, when I happened to look down at his shoes. "Dude, you need to tie your shoes."
"They are tied, Mama."
I stooped down to take a closer look. Yes, they were tied- in a long string of knots. "Why are your shoes tied like this?"
"Because it was fun," he answered. "Do you want to know how many knots I tied?"
"How many, Bubba?"
Great. "Can you untie them?"
"No," he said. "You do it."
I shook my head and stooped down. It was not easy untying them, especially because he was rather squirmy. When I was almost done, he turned so that his tush was near my face, and let out a little gas.
"Bubba!" I yelled.
He giggled and ran off. "Thanks, Mama!"