Saturday, November 21, 2015

The Black and White Masquerade

Zack is in 7th grade.

Zack will be 13 in January.

I am not dealing well with this.

My husband and I are fully prepared to move near wherever Zack goes to college, should college be his choice. So far, he's down with that, but give it a month, and he'll hate it.


I'm still moving.


This is my Zack, nine and a half years ago.  This makes me proud but yep, crying.


Anyway, Zack surprised the living daylights out of me by telling me he wanted to go to an Upper School dance at school. He absolutely REFUSED to go last year. R.E.F.U.S.E.D. No. NO Mom. NO. So I was more than surprised, excited, and internally gutted that he wanted to go.


He doesn't have a date (good Lord thank goodness) but then nobody really had one, and it apparently was a bunch of people dancing together, then a bunch of boys dancing together to see who could out-goofy the other, and when he came home, he adamantly said in that girls-are-still-icky-but-kind-of-pretty voice, "I did NOT slow dance.)


I wish I could have been a chaperon, but parents aren't allowed. Parents aren't allowed on most Upper School field trips, either, unless they need drivers (not a lot of kids and not worth renting a bus). They say this is to help them with independence. While I know everything is well-chaperoned, oh my heart hurt this time. I just wanted to be a fly on the wall and SEE.


Right before he left for the dance, we blasted some music and I showed him how to just move feet. Then feel the music, then now that he had gotten the feet and was no longer thinking of them, how to add arms. And we had  such a freaking good time. I have a feeling that's why my entire body feels like I spent the night in a turning cement mixer, but I wouldn't have given it up for anything.


The theme of the dance was "Black and White Masquerade". No one I asked had any clue what the dress code was -- dress up, casual, or what. Just black and white and wear a mask. Fifteen minutes before the dance a parent finally called and said her son wears shorts because it gets hot in the auditorium. so my purchase THAT DAY of a Sugar Skull Darth Vader with "Yo soy tu padre" written on it was perfect.


And of course, so was Zack.


Now quite growing up so fast.


My sweet Zack. One the verge on being a teenager,

4 comments:

  1. My 12 year old granddaughter texted me last night to tell me she went to her first middle school dance and had a good time. They grow up so fast. I was happy she wanted to tell me.

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  2. I have to tell you my son was talking to me the other day about wanting a tattoo next year at tax time. He looked at me and said, "I know it will be 4 months before I turn 18 but still....." I did not hear anything after 18... my baby will be 18 in 7.5 months! I am so not ready for this. So I understand what you are saying. Oh man, oh man, oh man! I am at a loss.... How did my Mom handle this!?! LOL have a blessed day

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  3. Enjoy this time with him as it will be gone very fast. I loved reading about you teaching him to dance. Way Cool !! My oldest grandson is 15 and he has the same condition as Zach. He went to his first dance last year. I was proud of him.

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  4. 7th grade! Time flies! The mask and shirt are so perfect together.

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