Grease

The Girls attended a Sock Hop the a couple of weekends ago . Sounds simple, nice, huh? Not for me.

Let me rephrase this, The Girls attended a Sock Hop the other weekend, alone. Sans Parents. No Mommy allowed. What the??? Not allowed? Excuse me, who says I am not allowed to attend a social function that runs from 6:00 to 10:00....P.M.?

Well, the Girls say so, of course. But 6-10, at night, when its dark. That's four hours. At a dance. Without their Mother. I don't know if I am ready for this. Well, apparently, it doesn't matter if I am because Quinn is ready. And, as it turns out, she is ready.

Now, let me explain that I do have faith in my Quinn. I am aware that she is growing up and ready to take on more responsibilities. I just don't want to believe it. So, she did exactly what I would have done, she proved me wrong. She went to the dance with her sister. She brought my phone. She called me every hour, not because she missed me or wanted me to pick her up, but because I asked her to and she was being (gulp) responsible. "Hi Mom! Everything is fine." "Do you want me to come get you?" "Uh, no Mom. We are at a dance. We are having fun." She didn't even say it with attitude. Just the fact.

I'll admit it, I was sure she would lose the phone. (So much for faith in my kid). But she didn't.

What does this mean? Am I supposed to allow her to continue on this course of maturity? Surely she will be wanting to do more and more without me and where will that lead us?? Riddle me that Batman.

I turned away for a second and she grew up. I missed it.