In recent discussions, I’ve become aware that my fellow mothers and I have been labeled as “Dance Moms” at our local All-Star cheer and hip-hop gym. This term was conveyed to me discreetly, as if it were something to be embarrassed about. However, I don’t view it negatively at all.
Our family relocated to this city in 2015, and shortly after, my daughter joined this gym. Over the past three years, the camaraderie among these young athletes has blossomed into what they fondly call a sisterhood. They dedicate 4-5 days a week to doing what they love most, surrounded by their favorite companions. I left behind cherished friendships in my previous city, hoping to recreate that sense of community here.
The “dance moms” have evolved into my extended family. They readily offer assistance, whether it’s picking up kids from school, delivering snacks, or simply hanging out at the gym while waiting for one of us to arrive late. We gather for coffee, share a glass (or bottle) of wine, and enjoy kid-free dinners together. These remarkable women have become my emergency contacts, the fun aunties to my children, and my closest friends.
Being part of a dance or cheer gym is a significant commitment. It encompasses practices, competitions, early mornings, and late nights. Sometimes, it involves travel across the country, sharing hotel rooms with friends, and engaging in team dinners and bonding events. Enjoying the company of those involved in this hectic journey makes it all the more rewarding.
I invest countless hours in creating gifts for the teams, driving my daughter to the gym, and organizing parties while attending various team events. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. My daughter is thriving, full of joy and motivation. She’s only seven, yet her drive and athleticism are truly inspiring. The friendships she’s forged with her teammates will last a lifetime, and the connections our families have formed are equally lasting.
Interestingly, I also identify as a hockey mom, but that title doesn’t seem to carry the same stigma as being labeled a dance mom. Feel free to judge me or mock my enthusiasm when I say “we won” at competitions. I may not be the one performing on stage, but I wholeheartedly support these kids. Call me a dance mom if you wish—I embrace everything that comes with it. If you experienced what I have, I believe you’d feel the same way.
In conclusion, being a dance mom is a badge of honor I wear proudly. It signifies my commitment, love, and the incredible experiences we’ve shared. For more insights into similar commitments, you might find this post on at-home insemination kits enlightening.
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