One day, when she’s in Juilliard, and on her way to be a professional ballerina, she’ll thank me for being “that mom”. You know, the one who comes dashing into her daughter’s first ever Ballet Babes Beginners class with her 20 month old all decked out in American Apparel. The one that despite her daughter wining the first 5 minutes of class, she (the mom) still danced to the music and did exactly what the teacher asked. Oh, and you know the one, who thinks her baby is a star because she learned to twirl and jump in a 30 minute class. Yes, that mom. Sick of me yet?