Daughters, Dancing & Dads
This is my daughter, last night at her dance recital. And this is not a post on the power of the arts and the impact they have on student learning ~ although it could be. Nor is this post about the benefits of leading a balanced life, mixing in time for exploration and play along with the ‘work’ that we must all do to meet our material needs ~ although it could be.
Nope, this post is about being a dad. My daughter’s dance recital is a big deal in our home and consumes a great deal of time and energy in the week leading up to the Friday and Saturday performances; which always occur on Father’s day weekend.
Every year my wife, @TechieAng, epxresses a twinge of concern that Father’s Day might get lost in the bustle, but it never does. First of all, I only attend the Friday night show and, on the Saturday, I find myself with a large chunk of alone time to putter around, read some report cards and otherwise occupy myself as I please, which is nice.
The other, and more important reason is represented in the photo shown above. The tall one is my daughter, a beaming, confident young lady leading the little dancers through the finale. Not too long ago, she was the little girl with chubby legs swaying back and forth to the music with a mixture of joy and terror written on her face. It doesn’t seem like yesterday, it feels like a lifetime ago because it is a lifetime ago; hers and ours. No better time than Father’s Day weekend to celebrate that, no better time.