Daddy/Daughter Dance: 2019

Hard to believe this was my seventh year going to the Daddy/Daughter dance. This means DC was 4 the first time I took her. (You can read that blog entry over here. Checking it out, I was surprised to remember DC was so skeptical of going the first time we went. It’s become such a tradition that we just don’t question it these days. MC never needed coaxing, because she’d seen DC get to go before and so automatically assumed it was Not To Be Missed.)

It was a smaller group this year, as friends have moved away or their daughters have grown too old to really want to go to a Daddy/Daughter Dance anymore. This time, DC was the oldest of the group. We went to dinner beforehand. MC got the traditional chicken fingers and french fries, but DC dwelled on the grownup menu for a while before landing on her choice of the evening: Chicken Parmesan. (I had this Steak Frites meal which was sort of like a glorified poutine. French fries, gravy, and steak. Tasty.)

The dance was a study in the way kids become more self conscious over the years. MC immediately headed to the dance floor and started dancing her heart out, not caring in the slightest what she was doing or how she might look. DC was more reserved, swaying side to side and watching what everyone else was doing. (The nice thing about being a Daddy at the dance is I no longer really care at all what I look like, so I could dance along with MC and not mind anything.) Eventually DC got the spirit of the dance going and it was fun times all around.

This was the first year dancing with DC felt much more like dancing with a grown up. Her hands aren’t tiny anymore. (Which makes sense, seeing as how she’s probably around 5′ 7″ now. Taller than some of the girls I dated back in high school and college.) She wore her favorite necklace and earrings (patterned after Arwen’s brooch in Lord of the Rings, of course).

The weather itself wasn’t too cold (only 20 degrees or so), though the snow piles and slush puddles were massive. (I see all these pictures of people with flowers blooming and actual grass in their yard, and I wonder if they’re in the same hemisphere. There is over two feet of snow in my front yard, and that was before the 5 inches or so we got last night.)

In any case, it was another fun filled evening. With each passing year, I get older, and the average group of the people at the dance stays the same. Some of those dads were in their low 20s. No wonder I don’t recognize nearly as many songs as I used to at dances. That’s okay: I still have another 9 or 10 dances in me to go before MC ages out of them as well. By the end, maybe I’ll bring a cane . . .

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