The Sweethearts Dance – a Daddy/Daughter dance with the Girl Scouts.
Initially in the year I made a goal of having my 365 go beyond the typical “smile at the camera” photos and show my kids as they really are- but sometimes that gets overruled. My husband and I are rarely in front of the camera and so I opted to use this instead of the other 800-some more artistic pictures I took. When the kids look back on these albums (I’m printing each year in a photo album)- I want them to see their parents. Yes, the kids are totally the stars of the show, but it’s important for us old people to be in the pictures, as well. Proof we existed, proof we loved each other deeply. Get in the photos, Moms and Dads!
My sweet girl was so excited for this event. She was absolutely beaming as I curled her hair and put on a little makeup. This is her first dance, and I love that her father is her first date. As I stood there in the bathroom with her, slowly wrapping locks of hair around the curling iron, I found myself lost in thought. I wondered if this is what it would feel like a few years from now, when she’s getting ready for her first homecoming or prom, helping her primp for some boy to pick her up. It’s a totally strange and foreign concept, and I couldn’t really wrap my head around it. She’s 10, and the last decade absolutely flew by in an instant. How many years do we have left of her wanting Daddy to be her date?
I want to dig my heels in. I want to slow down time. Now, more than ever, now that we are out of the physically taxing stage of parenthood- the sleepless nights, the lunging to stop a toddler from certain death (or at least from dumping my coffee on the carpet), the desperation of wanting a shower and not being sure how to take one because the kids are refusing naps.
I know another hard stage is looming- the emotionally taxing stage. Puberty and it’s rollercoaster of hormones and emotions, worry about peer pressure, drugs, and sex, worry about self image and body changes. Right now we are in the sweet spot. The kids are big enough to be a little more self sufficient. But they are young enough that we aren’t embarrassing yet. I want to hold on to this stage, take my time in it. I suppose the only way to slow it down is to stay focused. Stay present. Stay off my phone, and work to minimize my distracted mind. Why is a phone so hard to put down? I’m not getting anything out of mindless scrolling, but it’s so easy to reach for it.
Here’s the rest of the week- full stories are on instagram.