Well I attempted to adult on this beautiful Thursday evening. I was so excited to attend, network with some other young professionals, talk about my amazing business that is taking off and see who I could connect with. I truly believed tonight would allow me to bring my one and a half year old, talkative and VERY personable daughter. Well as soon as we arrived, Nia decided to take the stage. Action.
She felt the need to rehearse her lines, very loudly, if I may add. She hummed and jibber jabbered to herself with a slight smirk, as though she knew what she was doing. Well I thought I was prepared today! I whipped out the glorious Chic-Fil-A nuggets and heaven sent waffle fries. I guess that just excited her even more. She starts kicking her feet, humming into the box, and shoving the multiple nuggets in her hand into her mouth.
I’m use to the chaos of my beautiful daughter but it’s as though I get a taste of reality of how loud she really is when everyone else around us becomes quiet.
Carrying on…as we continue to introduce ourselves around the room, one gorgeous melanin queen decided to bless us with her voice as part of her introduction. Nia took that as a challenge to also belt out her rendition of what my melanin beauty just did. As she continued to harmonize us, Nia added the classic “yaaaaaassss” in the middle of her song. Well not until this moment did I realize she even heard me say that.
Welp, moving along…my girlfriend that I kidnapped to come to the meeting with decided to take Nia into the hallway so she could get loose. As I sit on the other side of the door, I could not decipher if she was crying in anger or laughing with joy. When I stepped out I realized it was the latter and as I attempted to go back in, I then discover we are now locked out.
It gets better. We end up staying out there for another 20 minutes or so because at this point my daughter is getting tired so she’s going into overdrive. We decide to finally go home and to our surprise, everyone is now doing the normal small talk and getting to know one another. I met a couple of people, hugged the ones that I did know, and get ready to go. Well Nia has to make her grand exit by letting everyone in the meeting know that she was ready to go.
Moral of the story: She’s still not old enough for these types of events. Better luck next time. Remember to always go places that will noisier than her cry.
*this picture is when she was 9/10 months old. She’s so cute! I know!