Dance!

Last Friday night Jax attended his first school dance; true to his 12 year old form, he went grudgingly (though most boys aren't interested in dancing and Jax just wasn't interested in returning to the school for anything!) With a bribe and a prayer, we headed off to the school. Initially, he was just happy to get his treat from the concession stand, then he wandered a bit, taking it all in. He sat down at a table in the commons to eat his candy and I managed to persuade him to check out the music coming from the gym...

Once he spotted the strobe lights, he was off. He had such a good time--watching those lights, running back and forth in the gym. At times, he looked like any other kid in there: he joined in the "Cha-Cha shuffle" after hanging back to see what the song was all about, and when he took a break from his "dancing" he sat on a mat at the other end of the gym (grown up enough to not want to just hang out with mom)!

There were also times he was so obviously different that my heart hurt. I've learned to come to terms with that; he was having a blast and I thanked God for another piece of happiness, another "rite of passage" he can enjoy. I also thanked God for the girls who engaged him, tried to get him to dance with them and for the kids who let him jump around in the middle of them.

One Junior High dance conquered; more to come! [I'm ever so grateful to his social studies teacher for forwarding me these photos of him!]