About eight months into my 12-month Master’s degree, I got a phone call from my dad.
It wasn’t the first call I got from my dad while I was living in Scotland. You just needed to know it was eight months in. And that my Master’s is in Playwriting and Dramaturgy.
We were having a perfectly normal conversation – how are you, how’s the weather, how are your classes, etc. – when a silence fell between us for a moment.
“So…what is Dramaturgy, exactly?” My dad asked me with his most bashful of tones.
I did the best I could to explain, though at that point, he probably could have just waited until I had finished my degree and moved back home to ask.
Last week, I took part in an event called the Slow Flash Mob. It was a very cool all-day event that offered a variety of free activities and was targeted at multiple generations and getting seniors involved in park life in Edmonton. I was honoured to be asked to teach two Zumba workshops.
Because it was a free, family-oriented event, I decided to invite my parents. My mom is an avid Zumba participant who comes to almost all of my classes, but my dad had never seen me teach before. I thought it would be a great opportunity for him to catch a glimpse of one of my jobs.
After one of the sessions, I was on a break and having a wander around the park. I crossed paths with my dad, who approached me very seriously.
“You have excellent dance moves.”
“I appreciate it. I love teaching. I have a lot of fun!”
“You should be a professional dancer.”
“Haha! Yeah, totally, right?” I laughed, “I think I’m as much of a professional dancer as I’ll ever be – I teach Zumba and it’s one of my jobs, right? So I’m a professional.”
“No, but you could pursue this professionally. Like in music videos or something.”
And then my heart melted a little.
Lesson learned: Dads. They say the darndest things. (Thank goodness.)
P.S. If I were ever going to be in a music video, I would want it to be Run DMC’s “It’s Like That” vs. Jason Nevins. I understand that I can’t turn back time. I’m just saying.