This Fall, Charlotte was a crown bearer for Homecoming Coronation at a local High School where her grandmother is a teacher. Charlotte wore a sparkly red dress and black dress shoes. When we got there, she and the other little girl, Madeline, were handed tiaras. The little boys got boutonnieres. Everyone got to carry something--a crown, bouquet, or scepter.
After practicing walking across the stage once or twice, it was time to wait. Some of the waiting was spent dancing to the jazz band's swinging tunes (this year's Homecoming was '20s themed). Then it was it was time to sit down (and wait a little more).
The junior royalty, as they were called, did very well marching across the stage and depositing their items at a special velvet draped table. It was over so quickly Charlotte whispered to me several times "When do we go back?" As it turned out, the answer was at the end--for pictures with the king and queen.
Charlotte had fun. It was nice to do something with just her (I know her Granne, also a middle kid, was well aware of this when the call for junior royalty came through). It was also oh so strange to be thrown back into the world of high school. It has been awhile. These kids/people are so busy! They are both so accomplished and so inexperienced, strange as that sounds. They can play a mean saxophone, sing like a pop star, dress up to the nines, be in umpteen extra curriculars and be top notch students. But when it comes to life advice, well, it's not that what they have to say is invalid, it is just that there is SO MUCH MORE coming that they don't even know they don't know about yet. I don't blame them for their naivete, It is just strange to be immersed in it all with a thirty-something perspective. They are such new people.
After coronation was over we went back to the grandparents' where the other kids had been hanging out with Grandpa John. Dad met us there for dinner and a bit a of a skype chat with the other side of the family. We got to talk with GG Lois, Grandma Roberta and Great Aunt Kathy.
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