I was torn between feeling excited and old last night watching my 12 year old go to his first jr. high school dance.
It brought me back to all the dances I went to at school, the fun I had, hanging with your friends, dancing, the excitement. He said he wasn't sure if he wanted to go (not into girls yet), but would and if he wasn't having fun he would call me to pick him up.
Well I never recieved that call and I showed up at 9 and got him at the end of the dance. He had a blast, he even danced with girls...shock..lol, but no slow dances. His best friend didn't go, who he then declared was becoming a hermit..lol.
My baby is growing up too fast, I am not sure I can deal with this, wasn't I just at a school dance a year or two ago. *sigh* this may take some wine to get over.