It seemed like the exact same Friday night scramble we have had every Friday for the past two years. Pick up my babies after school, run them home, dinner waiting on the table. Quick like a drill sergeant I am barking questions left and right. I have to get my oldest to her gymnastics practise on the other side of town. There’s no time to mess around.
Is your hair done?
Clean body suit on?
Water bottles ready?
Have you had enough to eat?
Then wait a sec. Something is wrong. Very wrong. My BlueEyed girl usually bounces around the house on Friday afternoons answering my pepper of questions with a bit of sass, even a smirk.
This weekend, she was dragging, there were tears in her eyes? After a little digging I found out my sweet 12 year old girl was feeling very torn. Friday night marked the occasion of the first Grade 7 and 8 Dance of the year. After lengthy discussions all week she had decided she did not want to go. This child of mine is completely committed to her gymnastics team, has a her first provincial meet coming up, feels ill prepared, and intended to skip the dance and work on her floor routine. BlueEyes is a driven one, with a plan, I was not prepared for this change up she was throwing me.
After a little digging a confession spilled from those pre-teen lips that made my heart ache. She wanted to go to the dance. Everyone was going, all of the girls, she was afraid she was missing out on everything because of gymnastics. Was she making a mistake skipping the very first dance of the year? Oh no! This would not do!
Right then and there I took the decision from my child. Wiped her tears, handed her a phone and a class list. She called some girlfriends and tried to make some last minute plans while I held my breath and attempted not to eavesdrop. A smile broke out on her face as she found a friend to ride to the dance with. The scramble began. Shower, outfit, rules!!!
Turns out when pre-teens are motivated they can move pretty quickly! Hubby and I dropped two nervous, excited and extremely happy girls off at their first dance on time. I will admit, I had a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
For the next three hours I tried to distract myself and hoped my “baby” was having a good time.
Finally…forever later, pick up time. I saw her…walking out of the dance with a huge group of girls, giggling, chatting, skipping, arms linked, eyes shining. Sigh. Seeing your child this happy, this is a good Mommy Moment.
I have survived my first school dance in the suburbs. Happy pre-teen, happy Mom, Dad …with his head in the sand. 🙂
Today, all feels right in the world. I will enjoy this moment while it lasts.