When my daughter started kindergarten one thing I was not expecting to be doing this school year was attending a dance. When the notice came in that a Father / Daughter Dance was on the horizon I knew that we were gonna go. I wasn’t sure what to expect, which is a common theme through-out all of this parenting thing.
Mommy was working at her new job so I called up Mammaw to see if she wanted to take Abby dress shopping. She was thrilled to take her and definitely helped Abby make a great decision with her dress. The night of the dance was also the same night of my brother’s rehearsal dinner for his wedding the following day. So Abby and I joined in on the delicious dinner and showed off our dance apparel.
Abby’s school was decorated spectacularly. The lights were dimmed and there were banners, streamers, and all sorts of “Under the Sea” types of decorations. When we got to the dance we picked up Abby’s corsage and headed down the hall to the gym where we could get our boogie on the dance floor. On our way down the hall we seen Ariel from The Little Mermaid taking pictures with everyone so we had to get in on that too. After our pictures we made our way to the dance floor.
The bass was thumping the the speakers were pumping. This was like homecoming all over again. Except instead of dancing with my wife-then-girlfriend, I was dancing with my six year old daughter, and she was loving it.
The DJ shook the gym with all sorts of tunes. For the next two hours we sweated to the beat and grooved with our feet. There was also treats for the kids and plenty of photos opportunities. I even ran into several old friends from high school that were there with their own kids. A few of those guys I hadn’t seen in years.
So now that I know what I know now. There will probably be a few more father / daughter dances over the next few years