“My MIL Sent an Insulting Gift After I Became a Dance Teacher – Her Reaction at My Show Left Her Speechless”

My MIL Sent Me an Insulting Present after I Got a Job as a Dance Teacher – Her Face Went Pale When I Invited Her to the Show

Emma was shocked to receive a mocking “congrats” gift from her mother-in-law, Diane, after landing her dream job as a children’s dance teacher. In an effort to establish her value, Emma planned a public disclosure that made Diane look foolish and ashamed, irrevocably altering their relationship.

Dancing has always been my passion. Moving to music made me feel alive, even as a little child. However, my family urged that I have a “real job.” I eventually became an accountant. Although money covered my expenses, it never brought me joy. I’ve secretly always wanted to be a dancing instructor.

One evening, following yet another exhausting workday, my spouse Tom and I were seated at the kitchen table. Trying to maintain my composure, I added, “I came across a job posting for a children’s dance teacher.”

Tom lifted his newspaper and looked up. “Are you serious? Are you planning to apply?”

“I really want to,” I replied. But what if I’m too old to begin at this time? What happens if I’m not hired?

He gave a shrug. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

His remarks have stuck with me. I filled out the application that evening. I wrote about how much I wanted this job, how much I loved dancing, and my years of unofficial teaching at community centres. I was excited and scared at the same time when I pushed submit.

Days went by. Every time I saw a new message, my heart raced as I continuously checked my inbox. My cell phone rang one afternoon. The dance studio was the location. As I responded, my hands trembled.

“Hello, is this Emma?” inquired a happy voice.

“Yes, this is she.”

“Hey Emma! From Bright Steps Dance Studio, this is Kelly. We would be delighted to have you in for an interview.”

I almost leapt out of my seat. “I really appreciate it! When is the best time for me to arrive?”

The interview date was decided upon. The days before it were anxious ones. I rehearsed responses to possible queries and visualised myself instructing enthusiastic kids in classrooms. I received the call a few days after the interview, which went well. I was hired!

I was eager to inform Tom. “I succeeded! I was hired!” He was watching TV in the living room when I stormed in.

“That’s fantastic, Emma,” he grinned slightly. “I’m happy for you.”

I was too happy to think about it, but I wanted more excitement from him. We arranged a family meal so that I could inform everyone of the news.

I got up at dinner, my heart racing. I added, “I have an announcement.” “I got a job as a dance teacher at Bright Steps Dance Studio!”

Amy, my sister, gave a clap. “That’s incredible, Emma! Many congratulations!”

My dad gave a nod. “Well, if it makes you happy.”

My mother-in-law Diane, though, merely took a taste of her wine. “Is that a full-time job?” she questioned, scepticism permeating her voice.

“It’s part-time for now, but it could lead to more hours,” I said.

“Hmm,” she said, obviously unimpressed. “Well, good luck.”

I tried to ignore her remarks, even though they hurt. I received a parcel a few days later. It came from Diane. I hoped it was a gesture of goodwill. Perhaps she had had a change of heart and wanted to stand by me.

I unsealed the box and took out a ragged, old dance costume. An inner message said, “Congrats on your new hobby.”

My heart fell. Tears pinched at my eyes. Tom saw it from me.

As I said, “Look at this,” my voice wavered. “Your mum thinks my job is a joke.”

He examined the note and the costume. He remarked, “It’s just her way.” “Don’t let it get to you.”

“How can I not?” I lost my temper. “She doesn’t respect me or my choices.”

Tom released a sigh. “Just let it go, Emma.”

However, I was unable to. I was enraged and hurt. I resolved not to let Diane’s derision to go unanswered. I was going to ask her to a dancing studio performance. I would ensure that she understood how committed I was to my work.

I gave Diane a call a few weeks later. “We are about to have a dancing recital. Would you please come watch the youngsters perform?”

The person on the other end of the line hesitated. She sounded cautious as she answered, “Okay, I’ll be there.”

I gave myself a small smile. I was determined to let Diane know how much my new work meant to me, and I devised a plan.

There was an air of enthusiasm in the dance studio. Children dressed in vibrant costumes raced around, laughing and rehearsing their routines. Parents were talking and taking pictures.

I was in the thick of things, ensuring that everything was ready for the show. I experienced a mixture of anxiety and excitement. I was going to prove to Diane that I meant business with my new job.

“Alright, everyone, gather around!” I rang the children. Their eyes widened with anticipation as they encircled me. “Remember to laugh and enjoy yourself. I’m really pleased of all of you since you’ve worked so hard.”

“Miss Emma, I’m nervous,” a small child murmured, holding my hand tightly.

Assuring her, “You’ll do great, sweetie,” “Just remember your steps and enjoy the music.”

I inhaled deeply as the students lined up backstage. The seats were being occupied by the audience. When I saw Tom, he waved at me briefly. Diane was standing next to him, frowning slightly as she peered around. I approached them.

“Hello, Diane. “I’m happy you were able to attend,” I grinned.

She said, “Of course,” in a bland tone. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Tom said, “Hello, Mum,” attempting to defuse the situation. “Thanks for coming.”

Diane merely nodded while glancing around the space. I returned to the kids after leaving them. The audience’s conversation subsided once the lights went down. Time for the show to begin.

The first set of kids took the stage as the music began. Their cheeks were beaming with happiness as they danced elegantly. I was swollen with pride as I observed from the side. This explains my passion of dance. The children’s faces exude enthusiasm, vitality, and sheer delight. It had a mystical quality.

My heart was racing when I went onto the stage after the last group completed. I accepted the mic and grinned at the crowd.

“I want to thank everyone for coming today.” “I want to commend the children for their diligence and the parents for their support. The adventure has been incredible.”

I gave Diane a quick glance. Her expression was hard to discern as she kept a careful eye on me.

“I also want to give a special thank you to someone who has been incredibly supportive,” I said. Diane, my mother-in-law. Her incredibly kind present served as the inspiration for today’s costumes. I’m grateful, Diane.”

The audience murmured something. Diane shuffled in her chair uneasily as her eyes grew wide. The parents surrounding her appeared perplexed. While some of them exchanged quiet whispers with one another, others nodded in appreciation. With a start, Diane sprang up and left the hallway, her face pallid.

After completing my remarks, I returned the microphone. The remainder of the evening flew past. The kids were ecstatic, parents praised me, and the atmosphere was electric. However, my only thought was about Diane’s response.

Tom discovered me backstage following the concert. “Emma, what was that about?” he questioned, his eyes full of worry.

“I had to show her that I take my job seriously,” I replied. “To make fun of me, she sent me an old costume. I was unable to let it go.”

Tom released a sigh. “I now get it. I simply wish that this wasn’t the way things had to be.”

“Me too,” I mutely said. “But maybe now she’ll think twice before belittling my choices.”

As we prepared for bed that evening, I experienced a mixture of relaxation and happiness. I had defended my passion and myself. Though not flawless, it was a beginning.

Diane had not mentioned the performance to anyone else, and our conversations had clearly changed. She was far away, but I thought maybe things might get better eventually.

I put my current attention towards my new position at the dance studio. Nothing could take away from me my sense of purpose that I had discovered.

Though it has been fictionalised for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.

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