This One In Which I Failed A Child, But I'm Not Sure How, Exactly. I Just Know I Did Something Wrong:
"My foot still hurts."
"Ok. What have you done so far?" (Meanwhile, I am checking her attendance to see if perhaps she skipped this class or if it happens to be math-related.)
"I should have worn slippers today, but I didn't."
"Sara, what can I do to help you?"
"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. I just should have worn something more comfortable."
"...Well, I guess you have two options, really. You dance, or you don't."
"No, I can still dance."
"Ok, then. Pull it together."
As their performance draws ever nearer, my Hip Hoppers invent ways to remove themselves from dance, terrified of public humiliation. I have no ride home; I have to visit my uncle in Michigan; Dennis stepped on my foot and now it's swollen and I can't walk or even sit up because it hurts.
Enter my conscience. What is it that she wanted from me? Sympathy? An ice pack? Doritos?
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I think she wants you to do the entire dance alone.
Come on, be the trusting adult leader.
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