{"id":1814,"date":"2011-01-07T10:48:06","date_gmt":"2011-01-07T17:48:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1814"},"modified":"2025-11-02T21:36:56","modified_gmt":"2025-11-03T04:36:56","slug":"first-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1814","title":{"rendered":"First Dance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>A couple of weeks ago Luke, my oldest son who&#8217;s in middle school, told me on the drive to school that he wanted to stay late to go to the dance.\u00a0 He asked and persuaded all in one breath.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>&#8220;Mom, it&#8217;s only from 3 to 4:30 and you don&#8217;t have to dress up and its $4.00 I&#8217;m paying with my money&#8230; is it okay?&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Is it okay?\u00a0 I thought.\u00a0 Awww.. my sweet boy is going to his first dance!\u00a0 Of course its okay.\u00a0 Hell, I want to go and take pictures!\u00a0 But all that is silent in my head.\u00a0 Instead I answer like this.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>&#8220;Well, it sounds fine.\u00a0 Call me when you want me to pick you up.\u00a0 How exciting.. your first dance!&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>He goes off to school and I go off to work, crowing to my friends my geeky son is going to his first dance.\u00a0 I&#8217;m so proud!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Then he calls me at 4pm from the school.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>&#8220;Luke!\u00a0 How was the dance?!&#8221; I ask.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>&#8220;The dance was horrible!!\u00a0 The music was terrible, the snacks were over-priced!\u00a0 There wasn&#8217;t any punch and they REFUSED to give me my money back!&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>When I picked him up after a few questions he admitted that he did dance.\u00a0 That Destiny and Boaz, his friends, were there and that nothing &#8220;bad&#8221; happened (which was my worst nightmare&#8230; that he&#8217;d get picked on or harassed at a social event like this.)<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>But all his emotion when he called me to pick him up, wasn&#8217;t the sound of upset tears.\u00a0 No, righteous indignation had filled his voice (even as I tried to hold back my hysterical laughter).\u00a0 Because I could just imagine him going up to the student body cashiers with his list of un-realized expectations pouring out of his mouth and demanding his $4.00 back.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>My own little Sheldon&#8230; unafraid to buck the system and ignore convention when it comes to his hard earned money and being &#8220;right&#8221;.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>I worry a little less about his social interactions!<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of weeks ago Luke, my oldest son who&#8217;s in middle school, told me on the drive to school that he wanted to stay late to go to the dance.\u00a0 He asked and persuaded all in one breath. &#8220;Mom, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1814\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-joy-of-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1814","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1814"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1814\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3232,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1814\/revisions\/3232"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}