Tess’ First Dance
I thought middle school angst was supposed to be experienced by middle-schoolers, not middle-agers.
Last week I posted on my Facebook that Tess, my 14 year old with Down syndrome, would be going to her first dance. She came home from her day at school all excited and handed me the invitation that triggered a blast from my past! Would everyone ignore her when she walked in? Would she eat alone? Would she have a smear of pizza on her face that everyone would laugh at? What if the girls walked away when she started to dance? What if the boys made fun of her? Would this event catapult her into popularity or persecution?
It took me back to being 14 and approaching my dad.