I'm a dancer!

Well the thing is, I'm a dancer's mum. And I don't necessarily do the stage mum thing well. Do you know why? Because there is, oh, maybe a million things to remember.

Literally.

And I always remember them at the last minute and go in to internal meltdown mode.

And I have a boy, who doesn't need particular coloured underwear to match the tights to match the leotard to match the scrunchie to match the make up and

Breathe.

But, I felt like the biggest stage mum when I took Darcy for a hair wash and a cut.

His first of many, proper, hair washes.

This is Jill. He loves her.

And today? Professional photo day, in costumes and all. This year's concert is a movie theme. No prizes for who guesses what their tap piece is.

My niece is in the show too. Could these two look any cuter.

I am biased.

I'm very much looking forward to seeing them in the show. The other million kids I don't know who'll fill the three hours of dancing.

Not so much.

xx