One of the most important jobs as a parent is to raise your kids to be independent enough to let them go into the world on their own.
And while it’s a task I take very seriously, it’s also supremely difficult.
Because I can’t wrap my mind around the kids not being here all the time.
I don’t want to even think about it.
And in the next chapter of These Kids are Seriously Growing Up Whether I Like It or Not, Nick went to his first dance this past weekend. Although it was technically called a social, which was I think precisely done to not scare any sixth grade boys from attending, it is most definitely a dance.
Originally he didn’t want to go, preferring to stay home and play Minecraft with friends, some gentle arm twisting convinced him. Ok, I totally didn’t give him a choice. As we pulled up, we noticed a handful of sixth grade girls going in.
Carefully coordinated outfits. Nails perfectly manicured. Hints (and some less subtle hints) of make-up.
The girls were quite comfortable with the event being called a dance.
The boys? Not so much.
A loud DJ spinning the latest Top 10 songs and shrieks as friends were reunited (even though they saw each other mere hours before). Adults lining the walls here and there. Junk food galore.
Two hours of fun and frivolity.
Although Madeline and I made good use of our two hours and finally got the manicure she’s been begging for forever, she couldn’t wait until Nick got back in the car with all the details.
“Did you dance?”
“With any girls?”
“Who do you like?”
“Do you have a crush on someone?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What was the dance like?”
“What did you do?”
“When is the next one?”
“Did everyone like your outfit?”
The difference between boys and girls? Never more apparent.
And they’re growing up.