(An outstanding Eagles album, by the way.)
I was going to title this post "You Couldn't Pay Me Enough Money To Go Back To Middle School" but it seemed a bit too unwieldy.
Our middle school is grades 6-8, and since the school is small all three grades have their dances together. The sixth grade boys in particular are having a difficult time with the idea of dances...the girls by and large are fine with it. Just about every sixth grade girl attended the first one, but I think maybe 8 or 10 of the boys, if that many. Thing One categorically refused to even think about it and I didn't push him.
Then, a week or so ago, he came home and informed me that he had to stay after school today to help decorate for the second dance because he is his homeroom's class rep, which is a student council position. I gather that the student council puts on the dances. He then hastened to add that he wasn't GOING to the dance, he was just DECORATING for it. Ok, whatever. There was another activity tonight he wanted to do with some of his buddies and that was the plan until Thursday morning, when I got a text from a friend informing me that her son (one of Thing One's best friends, and another of the anti-dance holdouts) was actually considering attending. Seems critical mass of friends from the group had been attained, and the tide had shifted. Thing One suddenly did a 180 on the idea, and I was scrambling at the last minute trying to find the permission slip on the school website, print it and get it signed so he could bring it in. Again, whatever. My friend offered to pick Thing One up from school, take him to her house to play and then bring both boys to the dance together, so I planned to take my younger two out to dinner and then to a family taekwondo class. (And oh, the drama of the discussions as the older boys tried to figure out what to wear!)
Thing One was pacing around like a caged lion this morning...sheer nerves. I told him that he didn't have to get near a girl if he didn't want to and that seemed to help a little. Texted my friend after school and the boys seemed ok...they were playing football in her yard. Got my younger two fed, walked into the dojo, and I get another text: my son's buddy is so nervous that he's refusing to leave the house! I'm with the other two kids half an hour away, so my friend now has to take my son to a dance that her son is no longer attending. Fortunately, she lives close to school, but I wasn't taking any bets on what Thing One would do without his wingman. Texted her again after class...Thing One did actually still want to go, and she dropped him off without incident. Go figure. He's not home yet...you better believe I'll be interested to hear how it went.
It's not that he thinks girls have cooties or anything...he never did. He's just not emotionally ready to deal with any sort of relationship drama. I wasn't at his age either, so I totally get it. He sees some of that going on around him with a few of his older friends and wants absolutely no part of it! I think he'll have fun with his buds if he goes, so I was happy that he decided to give it a shot, but believe me...he's growing up fast enough for me already without throwing girls into the mix. I'm not dealing with him getting older much better than he is!