Hostess

Tonight, we entertained my wife’s college friend and his wife. My daughter was enchanted with the wife and played hostess the entire night, showering this guest with art, affection, and relentless attention.

At times, my daughter’s attention was excessive. It made me wonder which was preferable: my daughter never coming out of her room when guests are over or never leaving the guests alone.

“Don’t worry,” I can hear you say. “If you’d prefer your daughter to stay in her room, just wait until she’s ten.”

True enough. I’m glad my daughter was an eager hostess. She made our guests feel loved. That’s no small thing.