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A Dance Mom Confession

Confession. I’m a terrified dance mom. I have a ten-year-old acrobat.  She floats, spins, and flies through life.  Me?  I’m at best a washed up, almost good, “everyone had to play or there weren’t enough people for the team” type of athlete.  I can set a volleyball (and I have a couple broken finger joints …