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Ever since my friend Liz told me about that documentary Race to Nowhere, I have been panting like a dog at a dinner table waiting for news of a screening in my community. For those of you not familiar with the movie, it was made by a first-time filmmaker, Vicki Abeles, who takes a look at what kind of toll all this overscheduling — i.e. relentless academic and athletic pressure  – is taking on our kids. She decided to make the film after her own daughter, then 12 years old, was diagnosed with a stress-induced stomach illness.“I was determined to find out how we had gotten to a place where our family had so little time together,” Abeles told the New York Times last week. “Where our kids were physically sick because of the pressures they were under.” I think I literally licked my lips when I read that quote. This was going to offer some prime family dinner fodder.

Until Sunday, that is. Which was the day we took the girls and a few cousins and friends to the New York City Ballet’s The Nutcracker and where we somehow managed to know someone (Thanks Nick!) who knew someone who knew someone who gave us a backstage tour before the show. The show that is basically synonymous with Holidays in New York. The show that Phoebe has now seen the NYCB perform five times and Abby four. (That includes the time she was asleep before Drosselmeyer even showed up.) The show that is the subject of one of my most formative books from childhood: Jill Krementz’s A Very Young Dancer. And now: I’m thinking of shutting down this site and devoting every shred of my being to making sure my daughters become professional ballerinas like Stephanie in AVYD. I will sacrifice dinner. I will sacrifice my career. I will sacrifice my children’s childhoods and their stressed-out stomachs. Just let me somehow live out my own fantasy of being Stephanie and I won’t ask for anything ever again. Ever.

We didn’t even meet any of the dancers on the tour, but just being able to stand on the storied (surprisingly spongy) stage and look out at the grand jewel box that is Lincoln Center’s David Koch Theater was enough to make me both giddy…and despondent over the realization that neither I, nor my children, will ever be on that stage dancing with a Cavalier. Is it weird that I’m almost 40 yet still felt like I somehow had a shot at this?

I’m going to assume that you guys grew up obsessing over A Very Young Dancer just like me. When I gave it to Phoebe for Christmas in 2004, I remembered every photograph, every facial expression (Stephanie didn’t even look nervous when the stage manager called from a backstage phone to tell her it was showtime!), the way all the young ballerinas stood so beautifully on their toes even when they were doing something as quotidian as fixing their hair. I read the other books in the series (A Very Young Skater…Rider…Gymnast) but none resonated quite like this one.

Who’s so lucky? My daughters with their friends and cousins on stage at Lincoln Center about 45 minutes before the curtain rose.

And here is where Jenny justifies a post about ballet on a food blog: This is the banana split that sits on Clara’s float when she and the Prince finally arrive in the Land of Sweets.

Studying the angel’s violins, the Mouse King’s sword (!) and some party scene props from Act I.

Dresses to be worn by the Flowers who dance with the Dew Drop Fairy. Do you think I can retire as a mother now that my daughters have seen these up close and personal?

The highlight of the tour — this wall stretches along the back of the stage and marks all the kids who have ever performed in The Nutcracker. You can literally watch some kids grow up: from 4 feet in 1981 to 5’9″ in 2004. It was all I could do not to back my girls up against the cinderblocks and mark their heights with a Sharpie.

Even the most boring things were kinda thrilling.

Real Live Nutcrackers in a backstage workshop.

My niece Alison holds tissue-paper snow that falls from the ceiling during the Snowflake Dance.

Peeking under Mother Ginger’s “Skirt”

Intermission: Back to the world of civilians.

32 Comments

  • Avatar Ann says:

    omg. I just saw this. I had the book A Very Young Rider by the same author. LOVED IT as a child! I wanted my own horse so bad.

  • Avatar shokufeh says:

    I just came across your blog, and as I scrolled through, got a warm fuzzy feeling seeing this book cover. I had it, too. But my real favorite of hers was “The Fun of Cooking.” Every once in a random while, I’ll wonder what the kids featured in that book are doing now.

  • Avatar Jen says:

    I love your website and this post in particular–what a fantastic day. Like one reader’s daughter, I grew up doing Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker and have wonderful memories of that experience. I didn’t grow up to be a ballerina as I’d hoped but became a Broadway dancer–Fosse instead of pointe shoes! I just came across that book while visiting home and like so many of us, know all the pictures by heart…

  • Avatar Megan says:

    Wow. Looking at that title picture brought such a sharp stab of recognition. I’d forgotten I’d ever read that book. A neighbor’s daughter had a copy that I always looked at when I played over there. She actually made it pretty far as a teenager. Thanks for the amazing memory flashback. 🙂

  • Avatar Annie says:

    Did you ever see Jill Krementz’s “The Fun of Cooking”? Features children I’d say 11 and under cooking at home. She’s the best photographer.

  • Avatar kristen says:

    for a kind of heartbreaking look at what happened to Stephanie from “A Very Young Dancer”….a profile of her ran just this week in the NYTimes.

    http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/20/arts/dance/a-very-young-dancer-and-the-life-that-followed.html?pagewanted=3

  • Avatar Angela says:

    What a blast from the past! I loved the dancer, skater and gymnast books. Though even as a kid I knew I’d never have the discipline for all that.

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