Dad dot info
DAD.info form. Ask questions, get answers

A star is born

I looked carefully at the piece of paper in my hand

 

“This is ridiculous!” I grumbled. “I’m going to be going back and forth all day. Drop off at 9am. Pick up at 11am. Drop off again at 12.45pm. First show at 2.30. Second show at 5.30.”

“Yes, it is pretty hard core,” commented Clare wife busying herself with her getting my son’s breakfast ready.

“Look at this!” My indignation was not spent. “It says we have to pack her ballet costume, black leggings, packed lunch, brown hairclips, named hairbrush, some books and toys.”

Clare glanced over my shoulder and gave me a reassuring, if slightly patronising pat on the back.

“They’re only little. It’s just a kiddies’ ballet show, not the Bolshoi.”

Yes, it was my little daughter’s first ballet performance and despite my bad humour, I knew that I had to get on with it and infect her with some fake enthusiasm because despite my cynicism, she was really excited.

So, that day I dropped her off for dress rehearsals and came home. I then went to collect her and came home. We all had lunch. I then took her back to the theatre and came home. Picked up my son and wife and took them to the theatre and then brought them home after the show. I then went back for the second performance (they did a matinee and an early evening performance).

The show itself was two hours long with an interval. There were 18 acts, not counting the finale which included all the dancers. Including the finale my daughter was in two of the acts. Halfway through the second viewing of the grade 1 ballet class prancing around to the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean, I was seriously thinking I might have a case to take my suffering to the European Court of Human Rights – surely this was a cruel and unusual torture.

And then, my daughter came on stage. For the second performance of the day, I was sitting in the front row and she saw me straight away. She broke out into a huge smile and gave me a delightful wave, completely ignoring the simple but clearly unfathomable ballet moves she was supposed to be doing. Then when she came on for the finale with the other 200 dancers (yes 200 of them!) that had taken part in the show, she smiled and waved at me throughout.

After the end of the show, the little ballet stars slowly filtered their way back onto stage, now changed back into their normal clothes. Meri came to the edge of the stage and I picked her up and lifted her into the air: Margot Fonteyn to my Rudolf Nureyev. She giggled and wriggled, delighted with her day.

By the time we got home it was eight o’clock in the evening. She was knackered and so was I. Our day had started 12 hours earlier. 12 hours of investment for 12 minutes on stage. Was it worth it? Yes but don’t ask me to do it again because I’ve got a really good lawyer on speed dial.

 

The views expressed in this blog are solely those of the blogger and do not necessarily represent the views of Dad.info

Related entries

Too old for this

Too old for this

It was late on a Thursday evening and Rodger and I were walking up Upper Street in Islington, looking for a Thai restaurant. We were a little worse for wear   “You OK?” he asked looking at my awkward gait. “Yeah,” I said with that little inflection that indicated...

The big day

The big day

I could hear the rustling from the room next-door and glanced at my watch: 6:30 am. I groaned to myself but there was a certain inevitability about it   The kids bounded into our room moments later. “Is Uncle Steve here? Is he here?” They asked excitedly. “Yes,...

The big questions

The big questions

I was walking home from school with my five year old daughter. As we approached our front door she looked up at me   “Daddy?” she asked in that tone of voice that all dads will recognise as a precursor to something that they’ve been pondering. “Yes?” I answered...

Latest entries

ASK DEBBIE- MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T WANT TO SEE ME

ASK DEBBIE- MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T WANT TO SEE ME

Dads, do you struggle sometimes? Who do you reach out to for help? Debbie Pattison, a qualified counsellor at Fegans can answer your questions. Send them in to Ask Debbie at info@dad.info and if she can she will answer. Today’s question is about problems in...

Why Fathers Should Teach Their Kids About Money…

Why Fathers Should Teach Their Kids About Money…

'When my daughter was 17', writes Michael Gilmore (The Seven Dollar Millionaire) 'I had a series of frightening revelations that set me on an unusual path, one that resulted in me writing her a modern fairytale, Happy Ever After: Financial Freedom Isn’t A Fairy...

Pin It on Pinterest