I hope you dance...

Do you remember your first dance? I do. I remember how gawky I felt...how nervous I was... nervous that no one would ask me to dance. Nervous that I'd be sitting all alone. Like a WallFlower. I remember that I was all excited as I got ready, curling and pressing ... but the moment I arrived at the church dance... I was filled with a mixture of anxiousness and nerves. My baby went to her first dance tonight. Well, she isn't my baby. She is my first born. But when I look at her, I still see that little 4 year old. Or the 8 year old. I certainly don't see a girl who will be getting her driving permit next month. She was excited... shopping today for something "cool" to wear. She found new shoes and a cute top. She asked me to brush curl her hair... She put on make-up. She refused to eat dinner... because she was "too full"...even tho her only meal today was pizza for breakfast. Nerves. I dropped her off at the church where a group of handsome boys and cute girls were standing, just outside the door. Though she seems like my baby still, she slipped into the group just like she was one of them. She waved distractedly...and began the social dance...confident, but shy...smiling all the while... Time continues to race away from me... whisking away my baby and leaving a woman in her place....

"Time does not relinquish its rights, either over human beings or over mountains" ----Johann Wolfgang von Goethe