"SonofamothernamedGina" I roared while holding the flyer for this years Daddy Daughter Dance. THEY DID IT AGAIN, DAMMIT!
Last year I was seething with jealousy as Eugene and Bella got to hula their way through the Hawaiian themed party and this year, it's 80's style! Which is only like MY FAVORITE THEME PARTY EVER! Gag me with a spoon Parent Faculty Association, this is total bullshit man! Oh, sure, they have a Mother-Son event that's something majorly lame like "take your boy to the batting cages" or something, which, REALLY? That is in NO way a party. Nothing I can dress up for, nothing I can call a special event and certainly nothing I can shake my groove thang to! I have half a mind to throw the biggest Mother-Daughter rave the PFA has ever seen.
Foam? HELL YES THERE WILL BE FOAM!
Bella, bless her heart, saw how resentful I was and gave me permission to wear a moustache and
dress-up like a daddy to take her, which instantly caused me to spit out my water from laughter.
Now that's love!!!
And as I wiped up my regurgitated water I found myself actually contemplating the thought of cross dressing, which I admit is a little bit obsessive. Fun and challenging? Yes. Freakishly overbearing? DEFINITELY!
I bitterly accepted the reality and knew that if I wasn't going, then hot damn, my girls would totally rock the 80's. I headed to Burlington Coat Factory which is my go-to place for fancy, sequined over-the-top girl dresses and wildly inappropriate urban toddler gear.
Without a crimper in sight, I took to my three barrel curling iron and kinked and curled the shit outta their hair and applied every piece of neon jewelry we owned.
My valley girls were like, totally, ready.
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***And for a MiaBellaVida first I will hand over the baton to Eugene, our very first guest blogger, to tell us a little bit more about this night.
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February 23, 2013
My Dearest Bella and Mia,
Decades from now you will be reading this and learn about our
special time together tonight. I
can tell you with my fresh memories that you two made me one proud daddy! We dressed up in 80s and partied at Bella’s
Daddy Daughter School Dance [By the way Mia: Your awesome sister Bella insisted
that she invite you—even if you were not part of her school yet—so that you
could feel special. Unconditional
love!]
Your clothes were so awesome, and Mommy worked so hard to
get the details just right.
She even used
belts as bracelets.
I hope when you grow up that you continue to have crazy
fun. Always keep your spirit
alive. I love this 80s picture of us.
I’ll remember that picture all the way to my old age.
My Mia…
Your spirit is so strong; never let that go. Tonight, you especially loved your time
with Mommy dressing you up as a 80s Material Girl. I could see you checking yourself out in the mirror. You like twisting one foot to the side
like a fashion model.
I could see
the trust you had with Mommy dressing you in a style you’ve never seen
before. You loved every precious
second with Mommy getting you fancied up.
Fast-forward: we’re in the minivan about to leave. Mia, you were feeling so special all
dressed up to go to the dance, and at that moment you realized something. You started crying hysterically. You realized that Mommy was not coming,
and she couldn’t be there to see you for the first time on a school dance
floor. You had real tears
falling. And although you will
continue to have fun, you would also continue the night missing
Mommy. That’s you, Mia. You are connected to people in such a
profoundly deep level. Plus...I
loved that we “sneaked” you into the dance.
Bella...
I had an endearing moment with you. I could see that
you were having so much fun listening to loud music. We were near the DJ, and two of your friends came running to
you to get your attention. They
wanted to dance with you. The
speakers were pounding. So here
you are, in a peer pressure moment, and you didn’t even think twice. You politely let your friends know that
you were dancing with me. You even
grabbed my hand and squeezed tight.
You gave me this look, Bella, that took my breath away. I hope you know that you have your
mother’s honest eyes. You are an
amazing 6 year old. I love your “old”
soul: You can quickly understand people.
I know you’ll grow into a beautiful person.
During the dance, you both were so hilarious. I laughed the whole time. Here are some pictures that I
took. These make my heart melt.
While writing this letter to you, I am realizing something:
We’ll have another father-daughter dance at your Wedding Night. I think my happy heart will explode…walking
you down the aisle…at our Daddy-Daughter Dance again.
Will we talk? Will
we laugh? Will we just dance in
silence?
I know that I will be so happy for you.
Bella and Mia...
I want you to know… Life is so short.
Live it now. Live it
sometimes dangerously. People will
influence you in your journey of life—not always down the right path. You need to remember your roots. Deep inside both of you are beautiful
girls. Never let anyone take that
from you. Love yourself relentlessly and try
not to dilute this in exchange for other people needing to validate this
for you.
I don’t know if this letter, in the future, will find you in
bliss or in distress. Whatever
your situation, I know the truth about a few things: two beautiful girls love
one another, love their parents, and love the adventures of life. Your mom and I have always believed
that the best gift we could have given you is the gift of one another. Siblings will, indeed, outlive their
parents. This fact is rooted in
nature. Always grow your deep love
for one another. I wish you girls
the best in life.
Loving You Forever,
Your Daddy
Oh wow! This looks like so much fun. It reminds me of the Activity Nights I went to in Junior High.. Gina, maybe there'll be cooler mother/son activities when our boys hit East...
ReplyDeleteThis is the sweetest thing ever. I am at my desk weeping. I am not sure if the tears are from Eugine's lovely message to his girls or from the fact that the 80's was long enough ago that it is an "era" for six year olds to dress up like for a father/daughter dance. :)
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