As always, recital was Mother's Day weekend. I was honestly tired just thinking about it. Mom and Mema came into town to see it. Travis' parents all came to see. Sage was SO excited. She couldn't even wait for dress rehearsal on Friday night. It's her chance to be on the STAGE. Dress rehearsal is the only place where we are allowed to take pictures and video the routine...and for this year, especially, I was so grateful for that.
We had a major mishap to happen, and it's honestly something I'd like to forget. It was terrible, and I'm honestly still not over it. I had done everything in my power to keep Sage well for this. This is their ONE performance all year. It's big. So if she asked to wear my shoes, I always said no because as sure as I did, she'd turn her ankle. She even started getting a sore throat days before, and that usually ends up being strep for her. I told her if she thought it was that she needed to tell me because she was dancing with our without a fever. Turns out, it was just a cold or allergies. This is all fine. Saturday morning, the day of the show, Travis took the kids shopping for mother's day. They come home. The kids are playing. Sage comes out of her room downstairs pushing a doll stroller...and this is where no one knows HOW IN THE WORLD she did this, but she just falls in the floor and starts crying. I was like, "What in the world?" Now she's pretty dramatic anyway, so I was just kind of like, "Get up." So she gets up...limping. This is also normal. This is the child that when she got her immunizations for school (4 shots), she limped the entire rest of the day and half of the next.
So....I didn't think much of it. Until hours and HOURS later the night of the actual show, she is limping down to the dressing room. No. I told her she was fine. And up to that point, I thought she was. She was SO excited to dance. She loves that recital. Once she put her tap shoes on, which was her first number of three, she said that it felt better. But as I watched her dance from the side stage (ALWAYS the stage mom--and this is not my calling...it's lining all the girls up because none of the other moms will), I could see that this was not good. She was putting the least amount of weight on it as possible and limping around. I thought I was going to throw up. Heat. Nerves. Taking care of other people's children.
So she comes off, and I'm like, "Are you okay?" She nods yes, but I could see it wasn't good. Ballet is next. She asked me to be so careful with her foot. The limping was worse. Meanwhile, out in the audience, Travis and the rest of the family aren't thinking of any of this or realizing it's even happening, and I'm panicking going, "Is she going to fall on the stage?" Ballet had some individual parts where they leap across the stage and when it got to that part, I almost couldn't look at Sage. The thought of her falling in front of everyone and knowing what that would do to her made me nauseous. She did it...but it wasn't good. (Travis said that when he watched her do ballet that he realized that she was hurt.) And when she came off the stage, her face was white. I had been asking before each dance, "Are you sure you can do this?" This was when I was supposed to be taking pictures of her and her giddy friends ready to do what they'd worked for ALL YEAR, and she and I are discussing if it's even possible. It was horrible. She put her hip hop costume on, which was the one I was looking forward to the most because it was her first year of that. But she was in tears and seriously limping. I knelt down and prayed for her foot, but by the time we got to the top of the stairs to go on...she was crying. The other girls are asking what is wrong. I had to say something to Jessica. They asked what happened, and of course, it's like, "I don't know!" Obviously she twisted her foot when she fell...on the completely flat floor. Jessica knelt beside her and said, "Yeah I stubbed my toe, too!" trying to make her feel better. Another mom said that to me--that her daughter stubbed her toe right before she danced. May I just say how much that annoys me? Not just in this case, but if I'm sick or hurt or my child is, and you instantly equalize it to yourself? No, she did this HOURS ago. She wanted to do this more than anything, and she's NOT now. She's not afraid. She wasn't scared of the stage. She knew the routine. She ended up staying on the other side of the stage with Jessica, and I ended up crying, too. Worst day ever. I'm hot. I'm pregnant. I'm taking care of others' kids for the FOURTH year in a row so that they could sit out and watch in their seat for the FOURTH year in a row, and my child isn't even dancing. I informed those moms that I'm retiring for that this year.
This had been building all day. We'd spent WELL over a thousand dollars for the year. I now had a $100 play costume that would not be worn for show...I was SO upset about the whole thing. Upset for her. Upset at the stupidity of the situation. Sage cried the rest of the day. I was mad. I was sad. It was terrible. The actual show day is one I don't care to relive. And surely to GOD, we never will have to. But I had to recap it. Out of all of that, I have to say...I am VERY proud of the fact that she did the first two in obvious extreme pain. I know that was difficult for her. I found out later that night just how serious she was (up until that point, I'd fought with REALLY not knowing because....well it was just so crazy) because that night when I went to get her up to use the bathroom, she was in a dead sleep. As soon as she stood up, she fell and started crying. She couldn't walk then either. Sunday was better, but you could still tell she was having issues. Monday, she was fine. So...that's how it went. Here are pictures of the dress rehearsal where she did wonderfully, as usual.
We had a major mishap to happen, and it's honestly something I'd like to forget. It was terrible, and I'm honestly still not over it. I had done everything in my power to keep Sage well for this. This is their ONE performance all year. It's big. So if she asked to wear my shoes, I always said no because as sure as I did, she'd turn her ankle. She even started getting a sore throat days before, and that usually ends up being strep for her. I told her if she thought it was that she needed to tell me because she was dancing with our without a fever. Turns out, it was just a cold or allergies. This is all fine. Saturday morning, the day of the show, Travis took the kids shopping for mother's day. They come home. The kids are playing. Sage comes out of her room downstairs pushing a doll stroller...and this is where no one knows HOW IN THE WORLD she did this, but she just falls in the floor and starts crying. I was like, "What in the world?" Now she's pretty dramatic anyway, so I was just kind of like, "Get up." So she gets up...limping. This is also normal. This is the child that when she got her immunizations for school (4 shots), she limped the entire rest of the day and half of the next.
So....I didn't think much of it. Until hours and HOURS later the night of the actual show, she is limping down to the dressing room. No. I told her she was fine. And up to that point, I thought she was. She was SO excited to dance. She loves that recital. Once she put her tap shoes on, which was her first number of three, she said that it felt better. But as I watched her dance from the side stage (ALWAYS the stage mom--and this is not my calling...it's lining all the girls up because none of the other moms will), I could see that this was not good. She was putting the least amount of weight on it as possible and limping around. I thought I was going to throw up. Heat. Nerves. Taking care of other people's children.
So she comes off, and I'm like, "Are you okay?" She nods yes, but I could see it wasn't good. Ballet is next. She asked me to be so careful with her foot. The limping was worse. Meanwhile, out in the audience, Travis and the rest of the family aren't thinking of any of this or realizing it's even happening, and I'm panicking going, "Is she going to fall on the stage?" Ballet had some individual parts where they leap across the stage and when it got to that part, I almost couldn't look at Sage. The thought of her falling in front of everyone and knowing what that would do to her made me nauseous. She did it...but it wasn't good. (Travis said that when he watched her do ballet that he realized that she was hurt.) And when she came off the stage, her face was white. I had been asking before each dance, "Are you sure you can do this?" This was when I was supposed to be taking pictures of her and her giddy friends ready to do what they'd worked for ALL YEAR, and she and I are discussing if it's even possible. It was horrible. She put her hip hop costume on, which was the one I was looking forward to the most because it was her first year of that. But she was in tears and seriously limping. I knelt down and prayed for her foot, but by the time we got to the top of the stairs to go on...she was crying. The other girls are asking what is wrong. I had to say something to Jessica. They asked what happened, and of course, it's like, "I don't know!" Obviously she twisted her foot when she fell...on the completely flat floor. Jessica knelt beside her and said, "Yeah I stubbed my toe, too!" trying to make her feel better. Another mom said that to me--that her daughter stubbed her toe right before she danced. May I just say how much that annoys me? Not just in this case, but if I'm sick or hurt or my child is, and you instantly equalize it to yourself? No, she did this HOURS ago. She wanted to do this more than anything, and she's NOT now. She's not afraid. She wasn't scared of the stage. She knew the routine. She ended up staying on the other side of the stage with Jessica, and I ended up crying, too. Worst day ever. I'm hot. I'm pregnant. I'm taking care of others' kids for the FOURTH year in a row so that they could sit out and watch in their seat for the FOURTH year in a row, and my child isn't even dancing. I informed those moms that I'm retiring for that this year.
This had been building all day. We'd spent WELL over a thousand dollars for the year. I now had a $100 play costume that would not be worn for show...I was SO upset about the whole thing. Upset for her. Upset at the stupidity of the situation. Sage cried the rest of the day. I was mad. I was sad. It was terrible. The actual show day is one I don't care to relive. And surely to GOD, we never will have to. But I had to recap it. Out of all of that, I have to say...I am VERY proud of the fact that she did the first two in obvious extreme pain. I know that was difficult for her. I found out later that night just how serious she was (up until that point, I'd fought with REALLY not knowing because....well it was just so crazy) because that night when I went to get her up to use the bathroom, she was in a dead sleep. As soon as she stood up, she fell and started crying. She couldn't walk then either. Sunday was better, but you could still tell she was having issues. Monday, she was fine. So...that's how it went. Here are pictures of the dress rehearsal where she did wonderfully, as usual.
Tracy ended up cutting the flowers off the headbands and making it a bow to clip to their bun. I liked the headband, but I was apparently in the minority. At least all of my pictures have the headband.
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So sorry. :(
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