Turning Forty-Two Tuesday: Dance Mom

I'm about to become a dance mom. I mean, I suppose I've technically been a dance mom for years, what with Ironflower starting dance at 3. But there's a big difference between your kid taking a couple of hours of dance class a week and your kid taking 7 hours and being in the company, aka the competition team.

And that's what Ironflower is going to do next year. Be on the team. Take a ton of dance classes. Compete. I figure she'll fall in love with it completely or she'll quit altogether. It was her choice to audition and it was her choice to join the team, though. And it's her wonderful grandparents' support that will make it possible. But I'm not sure I'm ready, let alone her.

Everyone warned me that third grade was when my kids would stop having so many different activities and narrow their focus; I just didn't realize how fast third grade would come.

Just two years ago it was all about the cute costumes.

Now when I watch my guilty pleasure show of Dance Moms, I wonder if I'm going to turn into one of those women. That is, when I'm not wondering how they manage to see their other children. Or how we'll manage when Lovebug hits third grade the year after and wants to play travel baseball or something. Can you even be a dance mom and a baseball mom?