The Posse

Last night my granddaughter Daisy, 12, sang four songs in her first gig. They were mostly pop songs from the 1990s, I think. As usual she got huge applause. She sings like a pro. Now she is a pro.

I was struck by how warmly supportive the women in the room were and by what I finally realized is Daisy's posse, a group of about eight good friends and several parents who show up even when it means crossing a bridge into another county. At intermission the kids jumped out into the garden and ran around together, enjoying the night in a way possible only for the young.