|Sitting in the community center hall in dance mom detention.|
Ms 4 is in “Creative Dance” at the community center. I’m not entirely sure what “Creative Dance” means because presumably there is no such thing as “Thoroughly Uncreative Dance.” But it seems to involve introducing four year olds to dance without adhering to any set of rules so strictly that the class starts to resemble herding cats.
I make a mental note to have a talk with Ms 4 on the way home about listening to her teacher and pray she doesn’t keep this up.
Next the teacher asks the kids to pick out a hula hoop, put it on the floor, and stand it. Kid 1 doesn’t want to. So the teacher tells her that’s okay, she can sit the exercise out if she wants to. But Kid 1 doesn’t want to. She wants to hula hoop. Which she proceeds to do. So the teacher tells her that, no, she can’t hula hoop right now. Her choices are either to stand in the hula hoop and participate in the exercise with the rest of the class or sit this one out. Maybe they could all hula hoop together after class.
And it goes on like this. Kid 1 wants something. Her mother intervenes on her behalf. The class is disrupted.
At the end of the class Kid 1’s mom worries out loud if the class isn’t “too rigid for her daughter’s inventive, creative spirit” and talks about how she feels it’s her job as a parent to “advocate for my child’s creativity.”