Ballet Drama

Growing Up Austin - Ballet

My debut as a ballerina came late in life.

I had an idea, even though Sparkles was already taking a dance class at her day care, that she might like to take a dance class at a real studio with a ballet barre, a studio that had real recital with fancy costumes, in a real theater.

Sparkles refused to dance. She said she didn’t feel well or she was tired or she just didn’t want to. She wanted to go back to her old class. She loved Ms. Kristin, her old teacher.

Which is how I came to first perform ballet. The only way Sparkles would dance is if I danced with her. I learned the positions. I skipped and hopped and glided across the floor. I followed the stories and moved my body, as gracefully as I could, when the story asked me to make a rainbow with my arms. I was tall for the 4-year-old class and my jeans and socks didn’t meet the dress code, but the teacher said she didn’t mind.

Sparkles was still upset, though. She wanted to go back to her old dance class.

We had paid already for the registration, the recital fee, the costume fee and the actual class. Part of me said we had made a commitment and we had paid a lot of money, so we needed to see it through.

But the dance class at her day care was inexpensive. The small refund we would get from the fancy studio would pay for the day care class. And Sparkles hadn’t made the commitment, I did, without asking her about her old dance class and how she liked it.

So we went back to Ms. Kristin. I’ll missed my lessons, though. I was was learning so much…


The Sound of Music at Midnight

Sound of Music Zilker Hillside Theater

I don’t always know what I’m doing or plan ahead in all the right ways.

That is how Sparkles and I got to know the Sound of Music in Zilker Park at midnight.

It started out simple enough. Zilker Park Hillside Theater was performing The Sound of Music and The Sound of Music is one of the girls’ favorite movies. The play was outdoors, free and kid-friendly.  And a play is one of those experiences that isn’t contained or predictable, it feels like a a shared human experience with many hundreds of your closest Austin friends.

I didn’t know to bring short lawn chairs. I didn’t know that one hour early wasn’t quite early enough. I didn’t know I would need cash, so I had to buy a lot of water, popcorn and ice cream to meet the minimum purchase requirements for a credit card.

At first the play was confusing for Sparkles and Buttercup. For one thing, Maria had LONG BROWN hair. Everyone knows Maria has SHORT BLOND hair. Then the nuns sang MY FAVORITE THINGS in the ABBEY, which we all know DID NOT happen.There were even songs in the play that weren’t in the movie at all. Then there were the questions about when Annie would show up, since Sparkles saw the Annie play a while back, and it seemed to her like she might make an appearance here. A play is an odd mix of what seems real, but it is all really pretend. It is a lot to get your head around when you are three and five years old.

But after twenty minutes and about 350 questions that Blue Eyes and I finally got them to whisper to us so we would be a little less annoying to the people around us, they settled in and watched the play.

Buttercup was amazed. This was the longest she had ever sat still and focused on one thing. Her face was lit up with wonder. At one point she looked at me and said, “I am SOOOOOOOO lucky!” It was part about the play and part about realizing that she could finish my popcorn. I like to think it was more about the play, though.

Sparkles sat with a straight back and her hands in her lap, with her full attention on the play. There could have been an ice cream truck driving by or a rainbow-colored unicorn flying across the sky and she wouldn’t have noticed. She looked like she was a permanent part of the rock she was sitting on, she was so still and quiet.

Then there came a time for a decision. It was almost intermission and it was nearly 10pm. The girls’ bedtime is 8pm. This was part of the theme of not really thinking this all the way through. Buttercup said she was tired. Sparkles looked like, if we wanted to get her home, we would have to lift the rock underneath her as well, because she was so committed and deeply engaged with the play, she wouldn’t be able to move, even if she wanted to.

Blue Eyes and Buttercup went home at intermission. Sparkles and I stayed. We would call for a cab to get home and if we couldn’t get a cab, Blue Eyes would come back to get us, since Noel could stay home with Buttercup.

For the second act, since some people had left and Sparkles and I were just two people, we moved closer to the front of the stage. She watched the rest of the play just as intently. When the end came, she clapped and clapped and it felt like a Moment, one that she might remember when she was older, she was so happy.

Then we went to the bathroom and then I took a picture of Sparkles and her favorite cast member, Ella Rutman, who played Gretl. Then I called for our cab.

I called the cab company eight times. Each time the recording said they were too busy to take calls, to hang up and call back later. Uh, oh.

I called Blue Eyes four times. There was no answer. He must have forgotten to turn his phone back on. Oh, oh.

I called Noel twice. There was no answer. She must have gone to sleep early on a weekend for one time in her whole teenage life.  Uh, oh.

The crowd was thinning. It was dark. It was 11:30 at night. I was with my five-year-old who was three-and-a-half hours past her bed time.

Sparkles was amazing. She didn’t complain or cry or get frustrated.

I was about to call my in-laws, get them out of bed and ask them to drive around town for an hour to get us home. They would have done it for sure. Our family is good that way.

Before waking them up, I called the cab company one more time. I got a different message. One that said I could hold. So I held. Then I got the dispatcher, who asked me to hold again. Then I got the dispatcher a second time and she asked how she could help.

“How about a cab!!?!?!?!”, I asked.

We talked about places within Zilker Park to meet the cab, since the park is so big. We decided on the concession stand, which was very close to where we were, well marked and and well lit.

Sparkles and I waited on a bench. We talked. It was a strangely sweet time.

My phone rang with the automated message from the cab company saying our cab had arrived, but there was no cab.

I wasn’t saying “Uh, oh” at this point. It was more like “AHHHHHHHHHH!” because the cab was some where else in Zilker Park.

I called the cab company and while holding, Sparkles and I ran to the park entrance. We ran super fast and I saw the cab making a circle in the first parking lot by the entrance. I checked the phone, we were still on hold. I waved my arms and called out to the cab as it drove away.

We were still on hold. The dispatcher finally answered. I told her the driver didn’t go to the concession stand. She said he was supposed to. I told her to send the cab again and we would wait at the park entrance, so he would see us for sure. Could she please tell the cab driver to meet us at the park entrance, could she be very specific about that? “Yes,” she said.

Sparkles and I waited, sitting on a rock. By now, she knew this was weird. There wasn’t anyone else around. It was very dark. She was worried.

I don’t think Austin is a very dangerous place, but it didn’t feel right to be out so late, alone with Sparkles like that. I was worried too.

The Sound of Music as Zilker Park at this time of night was different, with the cars driving by and the bugs and insects in the background.

The cab came back. He pulled into the entrance to Zilker Park. He was ten feet from us. Then he drove right past us, towards the concession stand. Then my phone rang with the automated message from the cab company, but once again, there was no cab.

@$#@#(##$%#  @$(*%&#(*$&  %#*&$%# $ @#$@#!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a second mad dash, this time in the opposite direction, the driver finally saw us. He stopped driving and we stopped running and Sparkles and I climbed into the cab, exhausted.

We got home at 12:15.

Sparkles was amazing. She handled it so well. I handled it well too, I think, only cursing at the very end, when it was absolutely necessary.

I don’t know. Should I have planned the night better? Should I have only taken Sparkles, since she is older? Should I stay home if I’m not sure that I know what I’m doing?

No. If I did that, there are less troubles, but there would be less wonder too. If I waited for me to have enough time to do it just right, we would stay home an awful lot.

I will make a mental note, though, to call ahead of time for a cab on a Saturday night, so that next time the only Sound of Music Sparkles and I hear at midnight is in our dreams.

Note: The Sound of Music is playing at the Zilker Hillside Theater Thursday – Sundays through August 11 at about 8:30pm each night.  Click here for more information.

The Trouble with Socks and Shoes

Growing Up Austin Parenting

I wrote about the girls’ shoe basket the other day and, you might ask, what is the trouble with socks and the shoes anyway? There are only two problems: 1) the socks and 2) the shoes.

1. The Trouble with Socks

Socks have a seam at the toe. This HUUUUURRRRRRTTTSSSS if the seam doesn’t lay exactly right and/or if the morning has a bad energy already and/or if either of my girls are tired, hungry, moody or otherwise less than perfect. I considered buying seamless socks, but my girls don’t have a particular sensitivity issue and I get philosophical about the socks. Is it a Mom’s job to get rid of all the sock seams or to raise strong kids who don’t cry about sock seams? I’m all about the tough love when it comes to sock seams.

Another thing about the socks, all of my girls’ socks are the same style and all white. Does that indicate some type of OCD condition on my part? Well, maybe. But my girls haven’t fought over socks in years. How could they, really? Maybe it is genius on my part. And it makes matching socks in the laundry easier too.  Double genius.

2. The Trouble with Shoes

Here is some Ramsey shoe history:

A. At one point we won some kind of hand-me-down lottery and we had at least a half-dozen shoes in each girls’ size. Fun, fun, fun, you might think, but they couldn’t decide and some mornings they didn’t like any of them. I ended up hiding most of the shoes in my lingerie drawer and when they had just 2 pairs each, they had less trouble making a choice.

B. The girls’ are 2 shoe sizes apart. This is the a pain for me because it is technically possible for them to share shoes, but then Sparkles gets blisters and Buttercup can’t keep the shoes on her feet. And no matter which shoes are in which size, each girl wants the other pair of shoes. So I started buying two pairs of shoes in each style.

I see the contradictions in my own ways. If I wasn’t getting rid of the sock seams in my girls’ lives, I wouldn’t buy all one kind of sock and I wouldn’t buy two pairs of shoes at a time. And I would still expect them to get their socks and shoes on their feet.

But maybe that isn’t a contradiction, maybe it is moderation. Maybe I don’t get rid of all the sock seams, but when there are certain things they have more trouble with, it’s OK to smooth the seams a little bit.

I promise their clothes aren’t all white and in matching pairs. Sparkles’ favorite outfit for a while was a bathing suit, frilly skirt and cowboy boots, all at the same time.

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So the girls’ socks and shoes are manageable for now. That gives me more energy for when trouble happens somewhere else.