It turns out that my son is a real chip off the old block.
Daniel, my 8 year old, appeared in a dance show at his school this week. The dance club that he has been going to is a once a week voluntary club run by one of his teachers in their school hall. Daniel was one of a very small handful of kids from each year picked to join the club after being spotted enjoying a bit of a boogie.
The club has been fun for the kids especially because it had a mixture of boys and girls from each year group. Daniel has really enjoyed it.
Finally their first ever show was scheduled for this week and tickets came out. You can imagine my son’s excitement as he prepared to strut his stuff.
You can imagine my dread at the idea of sitting in a school hall pretending to love a bunch of kids bopping around to music in that extremely non impressive way that everyone else’s kids do in these circumstances. Why do they even have to let the other kids turn up? They are always rubbish, just a bunch of little munchkins running about getting in my son’s way and blocking my view of him.
Thankfully, it wasn’t so painful.
A lot of work had gone into this show by both the kids and the teachers. It was lovely. All the kids worked hard and all of them did really well.
And then Daniel had a solo.
Oh my.
Daniel’s solo was to stand and do the Robot.
The Robot.
I absolutely loved it. I’ve based my whole dancing life on that dance. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without the Robot. There is no way on this planet my wife would have married me if it weren’t for my skills at that particular dance.
Daniel stood there as the rest of his troupe squatted pointing at him, and moved his arms about like his life depended on it. The biggest grin spread over his face betrayed just how much he was enjoying his moment in the spotlight.
My face practically ached from supporting the largest, proudest smile ever seen in England.
My boy can Robot.
What else matters?
I gave him a massive cuddle after the show and told him confidently that everything was going to be ok. Quite possibly, I pointed out, he has managed to conquer one of life’s most important life skills, one that will get him through so many tricky situations in his future.
The Robot – there are those that can, and those that can’t.
My boy can.
I’m so happy.
5 comments:
Great blog post and great blog! Thanks!
WOOOT! I have bought some old videos for Anna and Eli to watch, Breakin' and Beat Street. They love the music, and I swear to god, after just one watching, Eli was busting out some killer moves.
ROCK ON!
First, Thank you for your always awesome comments on my blog. Honestly. They mean the world.
Second, yes, it seems entirely possible that I will be able to make my first million dollars by creating a t-shirt company with logo's of comments or bits of pieces of writing I steal from the internet.
The GLEN t-shirt is gonna say 'The ROBOT - there are those that can, and those that can't.
MY BOY CAN'
I'll even give you a cut.
Oh, and the bit about the other kids bothering to show up, I completely agree.
I may or may not have asked the director of the play my son is to be in at the end of the summer, if one of the boys in his group would be better used elsewhere...away from my son. I felt he was bringing the rest of the boys performances down.
I have been politely asked to stay away from the director.
Touche'
i think the robot is a guy's standard go-to move (that or the worm) lol dancing is fun, it's creative, it's an outlet, and it's great that your son enjoys it. my oldest daughter loves dance, too...she can do the robot (which actually cracks me up cos sometimes she's like a guy lol).
Wow, and here I've been focusing on math and spelling. All this time, wasted, I should have been teaching my boy the robot. Congrats to your Daniel!
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