Daddy Daughter Dance - #mumsnotallowed
the save-the-date arrived on an otherwise dull and uneventful day. friday 9th february was the appointed day and i nearly jumped out of my skin. if there’s one thing i’ve loved about this move to America it’s all these little cute celebrations and events they hold dear! of course i was immediately texting other mums excitedly. alicia told me what they usually do on the night, and said something about possibly hanging out whilst the girls were at the event with their dads.
sorry what now?
you mean i won’t be there? i can't document every moment like a paparazzo on speed? i lay back down. this event was already giving me a headache. who plans an event where the members of the family least likely to take good pictures are the only ones allowed to attend? how was i going to document this momentous occasion? they might as well have said “it’s your daughters wedding, but you’re not invited.” once i realised there was no time to organise a protest march, i got on with planning the details of this special day. it dawned on me that this was the closest i was getting to planning her wedding so i might as well make the most of it. especially since she currently feels i’m “so fashion” and “should open a shop”. nice! in 25 years when she gets her first boyfriend and he proposes she might not feel the same way. yeah, i said in 25 years! (but in true african style i'll change my mind when she's 21 and start asking where the boyfriend is.)
we did a mini photo-booth style shoot....just for the drama!
after our brief photo op, we met up with some friends and the dads and daughters went on their merry way. i gave kola my camera and begged him to fully embrace the side of him that is me. after all, we are one.
so whilst our girls danced the night away, some of us mums were exchanging blurry pics being drip fed by dads. some images had me in distress: girls sliding in tulle dresses on the floor, and sequin & lace dresses also on the floor dangerously close to 13 year old feet in little heels. and dads gathered on the sidelines watching the action. i wouldn't have let that fly: "MH off the floor please, this isn't girls gone wild 2018." "Darling, why don't you join your daughter on the dancefloor, this is a daddy-daughter dance, not a "daddys watch their daughter's dance".
and that's why i wasn't allowed to come.
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