What a big weekend this was…the return of my son from Haiti (to be covered in another blog) and then my daughter’s first dance, homecoming at her high school.
I mentioned in a previous blog that I wasn’t allowed to attend homecoming. My parents were pretty strict and I am sure they had their reasons but in their effort to be protective, I believe I missed out on something really memorable.
In fact, I was talking to a young woman yesterday who made the comment that because she was homeschooled she and her sister never attended homecoming. For her it wasn’t that big of a deal but for her sister, she feels like she missed out on something really important. I guess it’s all about perspective.
To some people, homecoming is really no big deal but to others, it carries a great deal of sentimental value. I know that for my daughter it was a night she will never forget and I am very glad for that.
First of all, she looked beautiful. You could tell she felt like a princess all dressed up. But she was also very anxious. She didn’t know how to handle the whole thing of receiving her wrist corsage and then placing the boutonniere on her date.
When he did arrive, it was a little awkward. You could tell they were both very nervous. He put on her wrist corsage and I couldn’t help but gawk over it. It was absolutely beautiful. She got the kind that has a bracelet you can wear afterwards.
Then she attempted the nearly impossible task of putting on his boutonniere. The magic of the moment was definitely lost when her date’s father tried to take over, stuck himself a few times and then eventually my husband managed to get it on. Not the ideal situation but it worked.
We took pictures and then her date’s father drove them to homecoming, as we had to rush out the door to pick up our son from the airport. As it turned out, they had a very nice time. They both aren’t dancers so they spent most of the time talking and he got to meet her friends (since he attends a different school). But they did get in one slow dance and well, let’s just say they now have “their song.”
All I can say is that I am very glad I allowed my daughter to go. It was a magical evening for her that will probably always hold a special place in her heart. Do you remember your homecoming? Was it a delight or a disaster?
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Photo is my daughter’s wrist corsage