If you have never seen the awesomeness that is Prancercize, I beg you to check it out before reading further. Go To: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-50GjySwew , watch the video, and once the uncomfortable, disturbed feeling has passed, come on back to this post.
It’s okay, I’ll wait.
Now, imagine my Varmint, at the tender, typically self-conscious, pre-pubescent age of 12, prancercizing down the beach in front of everyone to make her mama laugh.
No, she really did this. Two days in a row.
Imagine her in her adorable L.L. Bean, incredibly preppy pink tankini, prancing into the waves, looking back and winking at me, prancing some more, looking back and waving at me, and so on.
She’s a total, hilarious, loveable DORK.
With so much self-concept and strength of mind that even when she is at an age where most people would CRINGE at making silly fools of themselves in public, she embraces it.
Because she wants to make her mama smile.
Daughterhood: She’s doing it right.