Most of you know this but I had no sisters growing up (by contrast my wife had no brothers). Although I have a number of nieces, I have never lived in the same town with them. Therefore, for me, the first little girl in my family tree since my mother is my daughter. And I am being introduced to a new world out there.
Yesterday, we went to her dance recital at Loyola. I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly was beyond anything I had dreamed. Families filled a very large auditorium. There were well over a hundred dancers and multiply this by all of the mothers, sisters, aunts, and grandmothers present – it made men to be in the vast minority. I had never seen anything like it.
The recital took three hours and simply from my ministry experience, military experience, and limited experience in high school drama – I was struck by the amount of work that must have gone into the production. I also couldn’t believe the number of costumes (with multiple changes), trophies, flowers, and movement (both on and off the stage). I also felt like I was watching before me the future women of the city (although I am sure many will go to college and settle elsewhere). Their ages ranged from what seemed four to sixteen or seventeen (but they might have been younger – I am a bad guesser these days with teenage girls’ actual ages). All did well but some really were accomplished.
Of course one little dancer was the one who really moved me. I was really proud of her. I am so glad my wife’s folks were able to see her and I just wish my folks had been able to do the same.
But overall, just about the time I think I know what is out there in the world, God will surprise me with something. And it happened yesterday.
Adventures in parenthood continue.
Until next time,