June 10 13

As a self-proclaimed gold medalist in the Olympic sport of World’s Worst Dancing, it makes me cackle with immense joy that my girls have any sense of rhythm at all.

See also: World’s Worst Singing.

And it’s weird, really, that not only do they have some rhythm in those tiny little suburban jewess bodies—they are actually good. Nay, great. They spend hours in our studio, which is actually just a room that will one day be a proper office but because we still live as though we live in a frat house, we actually are in possession of a giant room that has exactly not one piece of actual furniture in it. So, right now it serves as my daughters’ personal studio in which to choreograph and move to their delight.

Mom of the Year? I guess this makes up for little slip-up when I let the kids listen to parts of the Book of Mormon soundtrack. Oooops.

Oh like you never.

I have these proud mama bear moments where I am actually overcome with emotion. I’m a crier, I won’t deny it. I have mentioned this once, or about a hundred times. At least enough times for my kids to tell me that the only thing more mortifying than the actual crying is, well, all of the time I spend talking about ALL OF THE CRYING.

Way back when Kristen Bell was doing the talk show circuit to talk about the sloth that turned her into a weepy mess, and a youtube sensation, I got it. When she said, “If I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying…” and while everyone else was all Oh Poor Kristen Bell is a Legit Crazy Person I just sat back and thought that it’s possible that Kristen Bell might be my soul sister because you guys—THIS.

I cry all the damn time. I cry at happy things. I cry at sad things. I cry when I feel emotional. I cry when I’m tired. I cry when I’m angry. I cry when I have PMS. I cry when I find the perfect dress. I cry at goddamn Folgers coffee commercials. (Bonus tears for holiday ones.) I cry when I watch my children accomplish a feat—hockey, skating, acting, singing, dancing. I cry when other people’s children accomplish feats. Yes, you guys. Other people’s children. As in, children who are not my own. I fear that growing a baby inside of my person has just changed me forever. Or maybe it’s just being an older lady.

So, yes, when I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I am crying. Although if we are being honest, for me it might be if I’m not between a 4 and a 6.

Yesterday probably put me somewhere deep, deep within this range.


Luckily for my sniveling, snotty face, we were late ordering our tickets for our daughters’ end-of-the-year 12-14 Hip Hop and 7-9 Hip Hop Vibe Dance Recital and we were stuck somewhere back in the M-section, where I was free to weep my way through 35 different performances. Emily actually got to dance her number twice, due to a girl showing up at the wrong time and her class rallying to want their friend to get to dance on that stage.

My equipment couldn’t get me lovely close-ups of my little ladies, but I was able to sit back and soak it all in. The self-pride, the determination, the complete and total sense of pure joy—I could see it all in their faces and their moves. My girls are so lucky to dance weekly at a studio that is run by two special, special role models—Marnie and Rena Schwartz—who have taught my girls so more than just dance steps.


I hope my girls never stop feeling this way.

But I’m pretty sure they won’t.




(photo lifted from Shane Black, who managed to be on time with his ticket-ordering and scored himself some front-row seats. With permission, of course. At least I think so.)


(photo lifted from Shane Black, who managed to be on time with his ticket-ordering and scored himself some front-row seats. With permission, of course. At least I think so.)


Last night, after the show was over, Isabella and I had a good talk over some pizza. Olive for her, spicy eggplant for me.

Her: Mama. I love to dance so very much.

Me: Oh, yeah? Have you thought about what you want to do next year? Hip Hop again?

Her: Next year I think I want to take ballet. And breakdancing. I think I’m just that kind of girl.

And I am proud to be that kind of girl’s mama.

Now you’ll have to excuse me while I get some tissues. Possibly a whole box.

  1. Seeing as I WEEPED during Emily’s video at her bat mitzvah, I do understand!

    That is so awesome! Skyler had her recital this weekend too and I was weepy for other people’s children, children I don’t even KNOW!


    Comment by Kristabella on June 10, 2013
  2. I am with you on the crying – it’s kind of my trademark. Commercials, practically any children’s movie, and any special event – my family waits for it; they know it’s going to happen.


    ali replied on

    Mine too! They watch me, just waiting, all “Is she crying yet?!”


    Comment by Kim@Co-Pilot Mom on June 10, 2013
  3. I had the exact same thought when I saw Kristen Bell during that interview. I cry over everything it seems and yes that includes other people’s children. I just gave birth to my second child 7 weeks ago and I am currently an emotional wreck (I cried like crazy the first six months of my oldest’s life too). I was having a bad day not too long ago and I went to get a coke icee. Well, the gas stations coke icee machine was broken and there are no others in our town, I seriously wept like a baby the whole way home, it was ridiculous.


    Comment by Brittany Tillman on June 10, 2013
  4. I cry all the damn time. Heck, I teared up reading this. xo


    Comment by Angella on June 10, 2013
  5. I taught Marnie and Rena French when they were in high school and they have always been very special people. Actually, I cry when I see some of their very special posts on Facebook and when I tell people about having taught them and how wonderful they were/are.


    Comment by Belora Cotnareanu on June 10, 2013
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    Comment by John Smith on June 11, 2013
  7. In my maid of honours wedding speech she informed my husband that he needed to keep tissues handy at all times. I’m a super sensitive gal.
    So lets talk about when kids come into the picture….gah….
    I would be so proud too. You’re raising wonderful girls with lots of drive.
    And I love that you’re allowing them to pick what they want to do..follow their hearts.
    PS. I just about died when I signed my son up for the following, school, hockey, baseball and swimming lessons.


    Comment by Kimberly on June 11, 2013
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