Jane had her first school dance last night. It was a Halloween Dance, which is easier than worrying about what to wear in other ways.
She wasn’t planning on dancing, she just planned to be with her friends and have fun. But she danced, and she danced with her friends until her legs ached, and she slept over at the other Jane’s house, and they had popcorn at midnight. She texted me:
oh mom i had so much fun with all mi friends.
They’re sweet girls, and they’re smart and they have a variety of talents. It’s good. This is all very good.
Even though it’s all appropriate, even though it’s all good, I can’t help but wonder why the universe conspires to separate me from my daughter.