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So tonight we went to an old fashioned sock-hop at our church. It was a great family event and lots of fun. Kids were playing and dancing. Parents were dancing with each other and with their kids. There were lots of laughs all around…except from my corner. In that corner there was a sulky, almost teenage boy, who refused to dance and have fun. He enjoyed the hamburgers and rootbeer floats, but there was no way he was gonna dance…not even with mom on Mother’s Day Eve.

It seems that kids enter that phase when they decide that if they are going to do something, it must be their idea and on their terms. It frustrates me as a parent, as I’m sure it does every other parent in the world. You just want to shake some sense into them and make them behave civilly.

At the end of the party, he slinked over to me and said he was sorry he didn’t dance. I told him he would be paying for it. But I really can’t be too mad about it now, because his mood changed and he cleaned all of the bathrooms without being asked and he did a great job. Personally, I would have rather danced one dance if I were him.

So the sock-hop is over and although I didn’t get a single dance with my son, I did get some sparkling clean bathrooms. I suppose I should just be happy with the clean bathrooms, because it won’t be too much longer and he’ll be asking for the keys to go out dancing with the cute girls. What’s a mother to do?

Photo by Kevin Rosseel

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