(My Daughter’s Homecoming Dress)
This weekend is homecoming weekend. It’s an exciting time for many teens and the parents who get to partake in the excitement. In some ways I feel like I get to live out my high school years through my daughter.
I wasn’t allowed to go to homecoming. When I think back to my high school years, I do wish that I had been allowed to go. But getting to share in my daughter’s experience is more than making up for it.
There is a lot of thought and planning that goes into this weekend. The first order of business is who you go with. Nowadays it’s no big deal for girls to ask boys to homecoming. I still believe in the traditional way, that the boy should ask the girl. But since the circumstances are a little different for my daughter, she had to be the one to ask.
Her boyfriend attends a private Christian school and she attends a public school. So there wasn’t much choice in who asked who. Since he is from a different high school there is a form that has to be filled out by his parents and even his principal.
After the decision is made about who you take to homecoming, the fun really begins…shopping for a dress. I was probably more excited about this part than even my daughter was.
We went this week to a store in a local mall that has tons of dresses. But finding one that was appropriate was a little bit more of a challenge. It was interesting to observe the other girls who were also shopping. Some were coming out of the changing room finding it difficult to walk because their dresses were too tight. I heard one mom even say, “Way too short, I can see your underwear.” Hard to believe dresses can be made that short.
To my delight, my daughter was able to find an absolutely gorgeous dress that I am comfortable with her wearing. She looked radiant and I could see how beautiful she felt. I love that look a girl gets when she feels that way.
Then we went on to find a necklace, earrings, bracelets and shoes. It felt like I was helping my daughter prepare for Cinderella’s ball.
Afterwards we had to go to her boyfriend’s house to drop off the form and I had to show his parents what her dress looked like (he isn’t allowed to see yet), so they could help him pick out a wrist corsage.
The next order of business will be purchasing a boutonniere for him and then taking her to get her nails done. Saturday night is the big night, where I will be able to take lots of pictures before dropping them off at homecoming.
Homecoming…what memories or thoughts come to your mind when you think about it? Were you allowed to go? Why or why not?
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