Like applying stage makeup to a squirming 4-year-old. Oh yeah, let's talk about how much fun that was. I think I'd rather apply mascara to a cat! (OK, so my first attempt was a little heavy-handed.)
Back in April I thought all this stuff was the hard part. But then came picture day and preparation for the recital - when the tutu had to be pressed and fluffed just so. ("Hang your tutu upside down for maximum puffiness" -- per the directions that came with it.) All of this translates into a lot of work for the Girl-Mom.
And then...then there was the dress rehearsal and the recital itself. Delila was beside herself with excitement about her big day on the The Big Stage! Fortunately, she didn't have a baseball game on that Saturday, so the entire day could be
And then the moment arrived!
Over! Really? This is the thanks I get?!?!? All of that pressing and primping! All of that running around and wrapping! For this?!?
Well, it really hurt my feelings. So I've decided to keep the flowers and feathers, the butterflies and ribbons, the tiara and the trophy for myself...for being a great Girl-Mom and doing a fantastic and under-appreciated job on Lila's first dance recital. I might even make myself a streamer and do a little ribbon dancing of my own. I'm definitely wearing the tiara.