Saying Yes; Doing It For the Boys
Tonight is the Mother/Son dance at my boys’ school. Normally this is a flyer I hijack as soon as I pull it out of the take-home folder, quickly throwing it in the recycle bin before my kids have a chance to ask me about it. I avoid school events like this because they seem uber-cheesy and I’d rather just dance with my kids in the living room like hang with with Johnny who still talks like a baby and says poop every other second. Life is too short to be miserable, right?
My youngest was a little too quick on the draw and asked if we could go. But this year has felt different (hello forty!). I’ve felt an internal tug to start doing all of these things before the opportunity is no longer available. I have too many regrets already; I don’t need to add any more. I want to be more of the Yes Mom rather than the No Mom. And I’ve said no A LOT.
I assumed it would just be my seven-year-old and I, as my ten-year-old could probably care less. But, he, yet again, has surprised me. I don’t think he necessarily wants to go because he’s dying to dance with his mama, but he received confirmation that some of his school buddies are going, too. Fine, I’ll take it. He’s already on the cusp of “Whatever, Mom” and he will be the one to break away from me first. He is the middle child in every sense of the word.
I’m actually looking forward to this and hanging with my boys alone. No dad buffer. No older sister to help me out. I’m really glad I’m doing this because these moments are fleeting.
And because I want to win the “Gangnam Style” dance off. Dudes, we so got this.
I hope you take the time to do something with your kids you normally would pass over. Focus on the memory you’ll make for them. Plus it will guarantee you a spot in the No Regrets suite. I hear they are killer seats. Winning!