Dads, Daughters, and Dancefloors

Remember school dances in junior high? High School dances weren’t that much better either. Most of the time, you could always find the vast majority of the guys sitting in chairs surrounding the dance floor, resisting the pleadings of their girlfriends to actually get up and dance.

They were far too cool to actually get out of their seat and do something that might possibly make them a little uncomfortable.

But then there were the other guys. They seemed to have no shame. Not only would they dance, but they didn’t appear to have any desire to sit down and do what the other guys were doing.

The difficulty (for the guys who refused to get up) was in preventing their girls from dancing with other guys. I can’t count the number of times I would watch one guy’s girlfriend get sick of her lump of a boyfriend, and find somebody else to dance with.

A few months ago I experienced an eerily similar situation. As I looked around the dance-floor, there they were. Seated in chairs, staring into the bright screens of their phones, these men were still refusing to get up and dance. Ignoring the wishes of their girls, they assumed the position, and observed everyone else out on the floor.

Only now, these weren’t junior high students, or even high schoolers.

They were fathers.

My little girl and I were at a Daddy-Daughter Dance put on by the local high school.

And these fathers were committing the same sin as so many fathers commit – they were more interested in what was happening everywhere else (anywhere else) than what was happening in their little girl’s life. They were more interested in their own comfort, and were unwilling to get up and do what their little girl was asking them to do – to get up and dance, however awkward and uncomfortable it may feel.

Dads, she’s growing up. It’s happening. The reality is that she will stop asking you to dance with her very soon. And if you don’t get up and start dancing, she’ll give up on her lump of a daddy, and find someone else to dance with.

My goal is that he has to cut in on my daughter and I still dancing. My goal is that I make the most of every song until that day.

My responsibility is such that years from now, when her future husband asks for her hand in marriage, I’m still dancing with my little girl.


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