School dance

A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma- having raised Henry- attends a mother/son dance with him at kindergarten.

I had bounced about all over the joint, since Henry was born. I had only really decided to settle down in one permanent place with him this year, now that he was in kindergarten. I still couldn't believe it. How could my baby boy be six already? Yet, here we were.

I had settled down with him in a good school district in Denver, Colorado in a nice apartment. I liked it here, Henry seemed to like it here too. That's what really mattered to me. I wasn't sure I would ever really find an actual geographical location I would call home, but as long as I had my boy, I had my home.

It was the cutest thing ever when he came home from school that day. He was so excited to give me the little piece of card. It was covered in glitter. That was no surprise, most crafts Henry brought home usually were. He begged me to turn it over and read it, so of course I did. I was informed that I was formally invited to attend the kindergarten class' mother/son dance. His little face, I'd rarely seen him so excited. I wasn't really one for dances, especially school dances, but how could I say no to that little face?

That's how we ended up here in his school's gymnasium. Him in a cute little suit and me in a dress Henry had forced he into (he informed me that if I came with pants on he would never speak to me again). Yet I couldn't be happier. He laughed so happily, standing there on my toes as we swayed to the beat of the music.

There were several decisions in my life that I regretted. Now I realised, keeping Henry, settling down, coming to this dance, would never make it on that list.