I was a born choreographer. If you don't believe me, ask my parents. Or better yet, ask my cousin and my sister. They were the ones who I imposed my dances upon to be performed at the upcoming family reunion, Thanksgiving dinner, whatever the case may be there was usually a program to go along with it.
Well, I am at it again. This time with my children. Lesser known fact about Rachel: I minored in dance in college. Not really because I ever planned to use it, mostly because I loved it and the best excuse to take that many dance classes was to minor in it. Well, when our budget got even tighter a few weeks ago, thank you air conditioner, I decided to put it to use. The monthly bill for dance classes was just to high, and hey, I did pay for all those classes years ago. I might as well get my money's worth!
So, I'm teaching my daughters and two of their friends. Once a week we get together and dance for an hour. The only problem: my 7 year old. She loves to dance. She also loves to be silly and goof off. We had a discussion before our first class about how they needed to respect me like they would a real dance teacher. Because they are pretty comfortable saying "no" to me when they don't want to do something that I tell them. But they would never dream of doing that when a dance teacher asked them to skip across the room. It went pretty well for a while, but about 45 minutes in my daughter had a total and complete meltdown because I wouldn't let her do what ever she wanted to do.
I'm hoping this week things go better.