First school dance, part two

The teenage adventure continues...

Only a portion of the makeup options being discussed that night…

About two weeks ago, I shared my anxiety and cautious optimism about my sixth grade daughter attending her first school dance:

First school dance

Well, the dance happened. Here’s what I wrote later that night, after all the consults on wardrobe and makeup and shoes and accessories, after the blasting of Taylor Swift through the car speakers on the ride over, after the special-needs team whisked her away into the cafeteria/speakeasy, and after she emerged 90 minutes later, exhausted and happy:

I am, truly, a lucky dad.

I am lucky that my daughter has a mother who always sees her full potential and beyond, always looking to what’s next and finding a way to make it possible.

I am lucky that my daughter has an older best friend who is as quirky and unusual and outgoing as she is, and who gave her all kinds of unsolicited and inappropriate and hilarious advice before a dance (a dance for sixth graders), including “always cover your drink,“ and “don’t go home with strangers.“

I am lucky that I have place like this where I can share my musings and frustrations and anxieties about what it’s like to stare into the great unknown of special needs parenting, and to know that you all are here, passengers on this journey, giving encouragement and sage advice along the way.

Thanks again for being here. More magical journeys to come…

❤️
Adam

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Just a reminder, our normal Friday live show this week is moving to Wednesday, April 22 at 12:30 PM with the wonderfully talented poet Seana McCarthy, who was the featured reader at last Thursday’s Exeter open mic.

And don’t miss next Friday’s live show, where we’ll be back at Disney World to kick off the month of May!