When did I become *HER*

2 and a half hours into my 3 year old's dress rehearsal for her first dance recital, my friend and I looked at each other in disbelief.

We had been sitting for hours watching girls get up and dance, each time cattily recognizing each girl's excessive bust, butt or flaws.

"She's way too fat to be wearing that."

"Does she think she is actually good?"

"Her mother should just give up!"

And when our 3 year olds got up on stage, as cute as could be, they just stood there. Staring into space. Occasionally doing what I think was a dance move I paid up the wazzoo for her to learn.

& then the other mothers laughed and snickered. And with my dagger eyes I shot them a glance that simply said, "Yea well your 13 year old isn't any better!"

When did I become that bitchy mother?

I guess it was the day I signed my daughter up for dance.

Live and learn.

Cheers, S.