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</html><description>I have been dancing/performing on stage on and off since I was around 5. Over the years, I have seen enough backstage tears, smiles and fears. The one thing that stays in my mind is the backstage parent &#x2013; the one dressing up the performer &#x2013; a reflection of the pride and the joy of&#xA0; parenthood. Most of the backstage parents miss the on-stage performance. Yet they do it. They see tears, anger and hunger and put up with it happily. I have often wondered why. Another milestone in motherhood to be captured &#x2013; I became a backstage mother and shook my head in disbelief. Where have the years gone? My baby on stage? Already? Kuttyma had her first dance performance. I still cannot believe it happened. She started pre-ballet classes 2 months back with the Wendy Barker Dance School in Gladstone. I was quite surprised at how much she enjoyed dance and how hard she was ready to work for it. The show &#x2013; Curtain Up was on 17th November at the Gladstone Entertainment Center. It was the annual concert of the school. I will admit as a dancer I have rather high expectations and ideas of perfection but [&hellip;]</description><thumbnail_url>http://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/IMG_0754.jpg</thumbnail_url></oembed>
