My oldest granddaughter is 10 years old and has called me the last three nights. There is nothing unusual about this. She likes to talk to me, we’ve always had a special relationship.
The first night she was upset and crying over forgetting her agenda and various books at school or at home over the last several days. She’d been getting into trouble at home and at school for being forgetful and if she forgot her agenda again, she would be grounded.
Yesterday, she called to tell me about a dance that would be held for the 4th and 5th grades of her school at a local community center. She was excited at the thought of going with some girlfriends. Thinking about dresses yet to be bought and planning what shoes to wear.
Today, she called and the first thing she said was that she was “a little excited, a little nervous and a little nauseous”. A boy had asked her to the dance! He and two of his friends had asked her and two of her friends and they were all going to meet up at the dance. They are all in the same class at school. I asked her what her dad said about it. She said he just grumbled “OK”. My son has not been looking forward to anything resembling either of his daughters ever dating in his lifetime. A triple “date”, that takes place at a dance of 300 kids with chaperones is just exactly what he needs right now. Bless his heart. I can only be thankful (on his behalf) that his younger daughter’s grade was not included this year. Of course next year is another story.