I said, “Let’s see how the week goes.”
She informed her MaMa later that night that at Girls Rock
camp there was absolutely no room for ugliness of any kind. No mean girls.
Period.
How refreshing.
All week she and her buddies learned about great female rock
stars, played around on lots of instruments, formed bands, wrote songs, and
performed. They danced and sang. They supported one another, encouraged one
another, and felt good about being themselves.
I know no one sends their kid to mean girl boot camp. It’s
an insidious competition for attention and validation that creates mean girls.
But getting a chance to go to
Compassionate-Loving-Rocker-NonConforming-Brave Girl Camp is so totally amazing
that Hollie and I were both blown away by the experience.
On Saturday, the camp hosted its showcase, a chance for the
fledgling bands to perform their brand new songs, strut their self-made
t-shirts, and be one in solidarity for all the values the camp promotes:
Inclusiveness, Acceptance, Compassion, Freedom, Individuality, Love, and so
much more.
The parents who gathered to watch the showcase all looked
like me: concert t-shirts, tattoos, beer-in-hand-at-3-pm. It was my
Unapologetically X Women’s March #Resist brothers and sisters and it felt
awesome.
I know I’m doing this mom thing a little different than my
neighbors and my Facebook friends, my college friends and my high school
classmates, my PTO peers and business colleagues. But I’m doing it a lot like
my Girls Rock Tattooed Music Fan Day Drinking Tribe.
And that makes me think it's probably an okay approach.
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