OK, I admit, I did more than scratch my head. I seethed. With my background in dancing - I danced for 8 yrs as a kid -I know more about dancing than a lot of moms. I often disagreed with the judges’ final placements - whether or not I thought they should’ve placed my kid higher.
I often witnessed other competitions followed by the corresponding awards ceremony (because sitting around waiting for my girls to dance often left me sitting at a stage watching other dancers). At times I knew the judges got it wrong, and the body language of other dancing families that I don’t even know made it clear that I wasn’t alone in my thought process. Imagine the frustration for parents footing the dancing bill, who have no recourse. Subjectivity at competitions is almost as horrible as the money pit of dancing dresses.
There were also times when we weren’t surprised by the outcome at the podium. Mini didn’t always bring her A game. She ran out of steam. Her arms flapped at her sides instead of staying cemented in place. A pitfall for a tall dancer.
Mini planned to retire from dancing (something she has done since kindergarten) before she starts high school in the fall. She didn’t want Irish dancing commitments to hinder her from being fully involved in high school sports and activities. While I left the decision up to her, I did agree that high school was a decent stopping point. I must admit that the prospect of having my Irish dancing bills cut in half had me dancing a jig.
National Championships in Orlando would officially be Mini’s final competition. The end was in sight. I didn’t want to stress the kid out, but I kept thinking: ‘When is she going to get these 2 first places, so she can end on the top?’ I began to casually mention local feises and ask her if she was interested in registering.
As I signed her up for the ones she opted for, I wondered would this be the feis when all the stars aligned.