"Mary Jane's Last Dance" has a laid-back, groovin' vibe to it. My daughter started dancing. I started dancing. We both were doing our funky groovin' moves (hers being more modern and up to date than mine!) And truthfully, without thinking about consequences, parental responsibility and all that goes with it, I took an IMAGINARY toke on my 'mary jane' and passed it over to my daughter. She didn't even miss a beat. She took her own hit and handed 'mary jane' back to me.
Then we both broke down into a fit of giggles.
There was no "Gee Mom, I can't believe you just did that" recriminations from her. Instead, she propped herself up on my bed and so began a frank discussion of pot smoking (her friends that do / those who don't); her admission of curiosity about trying it; which led to a larger conversation about growing up, college, what she wants to be in life (she doesn't know yet). I let her talk. And I listened. I listened to the words behind the words, as well. When she asked, I answered as truthfully as possible. I dipped my oar into the waters here and there, but for the most part, I let her steer the boat.
It was a rare and wondrous moment.