GUILTY CHOCOHOLIC MAMA WATCHING MY CHILDREN DO WHAT THEY LOVE IS ONE OF THE HONORS OF MY LIFE
by Elizabeth Spencer W hen my youngest daughter was six, she took her first dance class. It was a ballet/tap combo on Tuesday nights (we called them “Tutu Tuesdays”), and I knew she loved it when she was sick one weekend and told me, “I have to get better by Tuesday so I can go to dance.” At her recital that year, we watched her twirl and tap her way all over the stage, and she hasn’t stopped dancing since. Dance—a dozen different styles, 10 months a year, both as a student and as a teacher—school band (percussion, including marching band drum
line), and now school pom/dance team have been my high school daughter’s passions. Combined with a college-prep academic load, other student activities, and commitments to family, friends, and church, they’ve kept her busy. Maybe too busy. She doesn’t have much downtime. She needs more sleep. She eats en route and at strange times several days a week. She almost always seems to be “on.” But when I watch her do the things she loves, the craziness makes sense. Doing what she loves makes my teen happy. Not all the time, of course—what in life makes anyone
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