Like Mother, Like Daughter… So. Much.

I should not be surprised. In fact, I am a little proud. Though I would never let Olivia know.

In the car today Olivia mentioned that her teacher will sometimes ask her to “…never do that again.” I know my daughter is very social, so I am not surprised that her teacher might request such things. She really wants to be a “self-manager”, but it is a real struggle to deny her need to chat and giggle. I was curious though, what has she done in class that might encourage such a request?

I asked, “So… what is something you have done that Mrs. **** has asked you to not do?”

Her reply, “Um… Dance.”

Minnie Me. I know. I know…

Mrs. ****, I truly apologize. I have taught girls like her. So precious, but exhausting.

Turns out there IS an appropriate time to dance at school – the end of the day on Fridays. However, she is her mother’s daughter and neither her nor I can contain The Dance to a mere margin of time. It oozes from our very souls. I did encourage her to save up her moves for the Friday dance time. It’s my job to help her discern acceptable times for the boogie.

I will be encouraging her to focus on practicing our moves here at home… or at the waterfront during the summer concerts… maybe at the mall if a REALLY good song plays overhead, but it has to be a good one.