Despite my excitement when a daddy-daughter dance was announced during church a few Sundays ago, the looks on the faces of my husband and daughter were not so enthusiastic. I looked to my left at my daughter and got a deer-in-the-headlights expression. I looked to my right and got raised eyebrows from my husband.

But, after talking to both of them seperately, it was clear there were just a few misconceptions and silly apprehensions. She thought it was for little, little girls -- not big 9-year-old girls like herself. And my husband, well, he isn't too fond of dancing, per se. Clearly there are more important aspects of this, though. Spending time with her doing something special is really the most important part of it.

So I pushed a bit (after it was clear she really wanted him to take her). It didn't take too much, really -- just pointing out how important that kind of stuff is to a father-daughter bond. Because he is a sensitive guy at heart, I could tell he just needed that nudge.


The two of them went and bought their ticket after church, and I could tell by the way my daughter displayed it in her room, that she is really excited about it.