When it is dance competition season at our house the false eyelashes are flying and the glitter and feathers are all over the place. I am a Dance Mum. Proud to be actually. I have had the unfortunate opportunity to also be a hockey mum (small h and m because that is how I felt......
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I tried to not be a dance mum. I did. I tried to always be nice. I did. But I can’t. I have a problem. Final dance competition of the year. My daughter danced beautifully and I was very proud of her. Here’s where the talons come out. Not all her teammates look like they......
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I am not a Dance Mum I’m not a Dance Mum Not a Dance Mum A Dance Mum I never thought I would be ready to admit it, but I am a Dance Mum. Not the sweet, ‘isn’t my kid cute’ kind, but the kind you would see on a reality show and have......
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