Torri had an after school dance today.
Today’s after school dances are different from the middle school dances of yesteryear, seeing as how today’s versions take place, well, after school. Back in the day it was a nighttime thing. Not that I’m opposed to the after schoolness of Torri’s dances – sneaking past the chaperons into the corridors is much more difficult in the light of day thankyouverymuch.
When we went to pick her up (at 4:00 by the way – SCORE!) I was asking Jeff if he thought they bring up the lights in the gym at around 3:45. You remember how those gym lights take about fifteen minutes to warm up and they get progressively lighter? It was always rather awkward because by the time that last slow song ended, the lights, in all their flourescent glory, were up and at’em, fully exposing last dances that seemed so much softer in the dark.
Ah, but I digress.
This afternoon when Torri walked out to the car she did so with a certain bounce in her step. A bounce that I didn’t so much care for quite honestly.
And at home? She came and sat at the bar while I began the prep stage of dinner. She blushed when I asked her how the dance went. I swear to you she blushed and I totally called her on it.
She deflected and made an excuse to run off to her room.
Oh friends. I’m not sure God gave me the innards to handle this sort of thing.
Attitude? I can deal with attitude. Dirty clothes on the floor? I’ve mastered. Texting and the iPod? Check and check. The boy thing? Oy. Lord give me the wisdom I need because I know not how to handle the boy thing.
This girl of mine? She’s always been mine. I’ve not had to share her. I don’t want to share her. Not yet.
