If your mother chose the awards

Last night after a very successful dance recital where all four of my kids performed - it was ruined by the crazy need to present 'awards'. I don't disagree with who was chosen. The four dancers who were picked for a 'scholarship' to the summer dance camp are very good dancers with lots of personality on stage.

But dammit - my eldest, A - doesn't do tap or jazz or hip hop. She's a ballerina. A serious dancer learning serious technique and there were no strictly ballet students chosen. She has come into her own this year. Found her space. She was breathtaking in one of her numbers. I am overly critical most times, more than able to say - hey, my kid isn't nearly as good as that one or my kid has a lot of work to do still. But A deserved a scholarship.

Unfortunately...her mother doesn't choose who gets the awards. There were probably one hundred students up on stage last night and only four got an award. There were also probably ninety six sets of parents sitting at home last night like I was saying: dammit! My kid should have gotten the award.

The curses of parenthood...an unreasonable nature.