My daughter went to her first dance last night, I can't believe it. There I was dropping her off and getting a little teary eyed, but that comes easily anyway! It was not a dress up event, more of a social gathering. Still, it was her first dance, and I forgot my camera. Of course, she told me that if I would have taken pictures it would have been " way not cool MOM".
It seemed like just yesterday that she was grauduating pre-school! I loved it when they were telling what the wanted to be when they grew up. My daughter stated " a nurse or a ROCK STAR". She more wanted to be the rock star, she said nurse cause that is what I am. It was the cutiest thing, ever.
Now she is 10 1/2 yrs old and going to dances. The one thing that I am still thankful for is that she still thinks that kissing boys is gross. THANK GOODNESS!!! She also stated that "going out" with a boy just includes holding hands. Still don't know how comfortable I am with even that!! They grow up soo very fast.
Guess I just need to hold on tight and go with the ride. I do have my foot right above the break, though!!
She went to her first dance, sniff sniff!