Saturday, November 22, 2008

Date with my boy was as fun as it gets at one of those things can be with a seven year old who only wants to run around. The hall the dance was in was much smaller than the school cafeteria. The second largest city in the state of RI has cut out every last flipping extra that we took for granted. They no longer will let us use school buildings, on account the electricity costs too much? So shut the lights of its a dance for crying out loud!! So off to the senior center we went. I actually liked it better because since it was smaller room , there was less room for all the little boys to run around in, minimizing my aggravation.

There was a dance contest to see which mom and son danced best. So the boy and I dance to Michael Jackson's "Don't stop till ya get enough, " a grotesque song ALMOST as long as "Thriller." So here we are a bunch of rythemless mothers huffing and puffing giving each other the side eye "is this torture almost over?"

I am sure that the DJ who chose the winning team had no idea that she probably made this woman's life. I don't know her story, but I do recall a couple of years ago this mom was fighting some sort of cancer, and bravely carried on her duties as mom. At last year's pirate dance, she worked that bandanna over her head right into her outfit and fit right in. As I walked off the dance floor (ok I crawled) I was all choked up thinking to myself for that mom--it can't get any better than this, she saw another year of her son's life, got to dance with him AND won the dance contest. And if she is real lucky, that boy let her give him a great big kiss before he goes to bed.

They had a special dance for the moms and sons of the sixth graders, and I watched many of my friends get all choked up dancing with their sons. We blinked our eyes and they grew up. So as I cringed as my boy stuffed his face full of cake and chips and cookies after his break dancing on the dirty, scummy floor....and I wanted to screeeeech GO WASH YOUR HANDS!!!!!!!!!! I just let him go and remembered he won't be seven forever.

3 comments:

Soxy Deb said...

Awww, it sounds like you had such a sweet time together. And you are right honey - mine are now 23 and 21 (this Sunday) and it goes by faster than you think.

Suz said...

You IS a blogger! great post!!
What fun! Such a nice story about the 'pirate mom' too!
And you still have lots of time to work on the hand washing -- I STILL have to nag at Bob to wash his hands lol

Megryansmom said...

Now see I've heard you need to eat a bucket of dirt before you die and then there's God made dirt and dirt don't hurt.
You are such a good blogger!