For some mysterious reason, there seems to be more interest in my blog when I write about my family than when I write about educational issues.
I do my best to write different types of blogs in the hope that I can keep all 12 readers interested (yes, the PrincipalsPage.com Blog continues to grow by 2 or 3 people a year).
My writing style seems to make “editor” types nervous (and by style I mean… actually, I have no idea what I mean because I have no idea what I am doing).
They tell me that the posts for PrincipalsPage.com Blog are “all over the place.” One is about my distaste for soccer, another about New Year’s resolutions, then it’s about NCLB, and finally I am giving advice to new principals (unwanted and unasked for advice….but advice none the less).
This blog seems to confuse people with English degrees. I think they would understand it better if they didn’t spend so much time reading books.
While they are confused, the truth is…so am I (maybe I need to read more books… or any books for that matter).
But that’s okay because total confusion is all part of life in education. When you work in a school and you are trying to help raise hundreds of kids, life can get hectic.
But, it’s manageable.
Just as long as you take the job seriously, but not yourself.
Just when I think my life couldn’t get any more hectic, my wife schedules 87 more workshops, my daughter wants to invite 34 girls to her birthday party (bowling… what could possibly go wrong??), and I find myself cruising the internet late at night for cute puppies (this is not a metaphor… my daughter is getting a dog… or I am, time will tell).
Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining. Lots of families are busier than we are.
They just don’t have a blog to complain about it.
It has taken me 13 paragraphs to get to my point of this blog (maybe the “editor” types are actually on to something).
Lately, I have been busy. So when my daughter told me I was going to spend a Saturday night taking her to a Daddy-Daughter “Main Man” Dance, I did what every clear thinking father would do.
Said I was busy. She said I wasn’t.
I said I couldn’t go because I would have the flu that night. She said I was going.
I said I wouldn’t because I am not her real father. She said that since she looks just like me, I was her father and we were going.
My wife didn’t say anything. She was too busy planning her free Saturday night without either of us.
So I gave in and decided to go. I really didn’t have a choice since she had already picked out my suit and tie (black suit, silver tie… I was a vision of handsomeness…).
When we arrived at the dance, I was pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t that bad. Plus as an added bonus, lots of dads looked far more miserable than I did.
We had dinner, desert, and danced.
Slow danced, not fast (I have the rhythm of a middle-aged white guy… actually, it isn’t that good).
As we danced she thanked me for taking her.
If I was sentimental, this would have warmed my heart.
As we concluded the last slow dance, she started to cry. I asked her what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me.
I chalked it up to a little girl being tired after a long day.
As we headed home, she finally told me what was making her sad.
She thought the dance went by too fast. She said she wanted to spend more time with her “Main Man”.
I am still not sentimental, but that was nice. Very nice.
Now I have a feeling that in the not so distant future, I will be the one thinking that things have gone by way too fast.
And I will be wishing I was still her main man.