choclahontas will be ok...

I made her read my open letter (she told me she generally doesn't read my blog) and stormed off, but she internalized it...but after that we had a wonderful day- her, moodmagicbarbie (who was on the good side as long as we fed her)and myself...we walked all over Harlem and ended up with me getting my hair braided (now I really look 10)...MMB got a manicure so she was happy...

later in the evening, her and I and my best friend hypervigilantbarbie went to a Spanish restaurant/bar that you have to be 21 to get into...they give free salsa lessons and choclahontas hooked up with a true NY character...this older man dances salsa in the subway with a blow-up doll...he is so awesome that you don' even realize that his "partner" is fake (I was trying to find video on utube...if I find it I will attach it to this post later)...so as they gave the lesson, he attached himself to her...now he wasn't attempting to get a rap, or got touchy-feely...but man, he gave her a five-hundred dollar lesson in the middle of the club for free...

choclahontas is a trained dancer...when she really dances and believes in her piece and gets inside herself she can make you cry (like when bearmaiden sings...wow...her voice is awesome...but she refused to sing pop or buttshaker music so she never got her career off the ground)...that kid can MOVE...she can do things with her body that I only wish I could do...when she dances, I just stop and watch...in the span of an hour, this guy had her twirling and he lifted her high in the air...folks were stopping to watch (plus she had on some FIERCE thigh-high boots)...guys were fighting to dance with her...they came to me and hypervigilantbarb and said "he's fake...he cant dance...I'm the better dancer"...we were on the floor laughing...

but choclahontas got to see the real me...I don't compete so when we are at home, or at a house party, i don't really dance, that's her thing...but in the club, with a margarita (or two, or six) under my belt it's on...as I danced "house" with a dude who tried to freak me, I could hear her say "go mommy, go mommy"...she was so proud and had a new respect...I guess I'm not that old and boring after all huh...lol...the guys were laughing and saying "that's your mother?"...it was funny, she had on boots, a nice shirt and expensive jeans and I had on sneakers, jeans and a matching t-shirt...

we had fun...it was soo cool to hang with my kid...I've been waiting a long time to take her to the club...not to drink with my kid cause that's real ghetto, but to dance and just have fun...so next week as the birthday month continues with hypervigilants birthday coming up on sat (choclahontas was the 3rd, bearmaiden is the 18th) we are going out again...

to expose my baby to something else, a new "grown-up" crowd, was priceless...she made the comment in the car coming home that she liked that so much better than the hood clubs, even the ones that are down town, where the guys have no respect and the bouncers do nothing (a group got kicked out because the a guy touched a girl)...she said that it was cool to be in such a nice environment...

this morning she had to sit with whirlwind at pita's house, but before she left she looked behind herself and made the bed and put her stuff neatly in the corner...I have faith that once we past this rough patch she will be ok...