When I was editing the middle school's weekly electronic newsletter yesterday morning, I noticed a blurb about a hip hop dance last night from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. Daughter and Eldest had already gone to school, so it was essentially useless information I now possessed. We sat down to dinner at 5:48 p.m., and Daughter said, "Daddy, I think I would like to go to that hip hop dance tonight."
It turns out that two of her teachers were in charge of the dance, and both had talked it up in their classes. Daughter had not checked with any friends to see if they were going. She was just going to go because she loves to dance.
I drove her there, posing hypothetical questions.
"What if there are only a bunch of 8th graders there?"
"What if C. asks you to dance?"
"What if you don't know anyone else there?"
She had an answer for every question.
"That's okay, 6th graders are invited, too."
"I'll say, 'Okay,' just like I did when Taylor asked me to couples skate."
"I'll know at least the teachers."
I don't know how I was blessed with such a self-assured and confident child. I sure as hell was neither of those. Here's hoping the mean girls never browbeat those traits into submission.
[The upshot? She had a great time. She even danced on stage twice. Wow!]