This just do our own thing and believe no one else is around, I muttered to my daughter after letting go of my expectations of how a rave may go.
Although we did n’t dance much, we did spend some time together. My daughter also told me that she had enjoyed our time when we left the club and entered the blazing afternoon sun.
It was also enjoyed by the other parents and children. The girl rage was actually scheduled to be a one-off occurrence, but due to public demand, the organizers decided to bring it back in December of this year as well as in 2024.
Of course, I am aware that I will likely recall our first rage up alone. The last man she did think of is her mother when she is old enough to attend her own shouts and music events and hear her favorite songs play the newest youth anthem.
And that’s great, too. I do n’t have to be a part of every memory, after all.
My daughter always has my undivided attention, no matter what she does or where her experiences may lead her in the future.
And maybe all I really need to do to prove it to her is show up every morning, set off my expectations and my phone, and be patient with everyone.