Dear Elli,
Yesterday, we spent the majority of our day and evening in the city. Not a big city. Just Akron. A baby city, really.
We used to live there, back when you were a baby. Before we moved. Moved to BFE. For the wholesome sense of community and the good school district. Oh God. The fact that I just wrote that sentence gives me a headache. I should probably go take some advil.
Anyway, it was funny watching you taking it all in. The car horns, the sirens, the people waiting for the bus, a broken bottle on the sidewalk, the occasional shouted expletive. It was all very interesting to you.
And after all our excitement in the neighborhoods of Akron, we took you downtown to a concert. It was Motown night. And all of the most awesome people come out to hear Motown bands. Everyone knows that.
So after spending the first 15 minutes with your hands clamped firmly over your ears, you came out of your shell. And proceeded to dance through the crowd for over an hour. Not to mention the 35 trips we had to make to front stage so you could dazzle the band with your mad dance skills. And for the record, you've got moves. We need to work on the rhythm part, but you've definitely got moves.
And you got to see some awesome people. You witnessed a 70-ish woman break it down with a 50-ish man with a dance that was so awesomely inappropriate that I wanted to buy them both a beer. And tell the woman that, when I grow up, I also want to break it down and maybe even shake my booty in the face of a man 20 years my junior. In public. Just like her. She was awesome.
And while I'm sure another mom may have covered your eyes, I actually pointed them out to you. Because awesome comes in all forms. And old ladies dancing like college kids are awesome, even if they are shaking it in the face of some man.
So now we're home. Safe and sound in BFE. And while I'm glad we have a suburban home in a wholesome community with good schools, I miss the city. And I'm going to try to remember to take you there more often. Because you can learn a lot from the city. About life. About people. And about having fun. And there's tons of stuff to do there. Instead of standing in our yard watching teenagers ride dirt bikes up and down the street.
And I don't want you growing up thinking a trip to the local Target is the epitome of urban excitement. Because that would be really sad. And you will never see old people breaking it down at Target. Or some real OG's with purple gator shoes and hats with feathers. And if we don't hang with them from time to time, we're not living right.
I love you.
Mom
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