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Of Escorts, Dresses and Tiaras

January 16, 2011

“In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that’s what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.” ~Loretta Young

Tonight my oldest daughter was crowned Homecoming princess for her class. She was beautiful and poised as she accepted her sash. I am so very happy for her.

If I were to be completely honest, it’s something I always dreamed of for myself. I never thought living vicariously through my children would be as fun as it is. I really try to be careful to not live their lives for them (especially my oldest), but it’s so excting! And almost as fulfilling as if it had been me.

I have watched my daughter these past few years. As fun as the good times are, I’ve not enjoyed the bad. It’s amazing to me how she is going through the same things I went through at about the same times. The floodgates of my memories have been opened and I hear my daughter echoing my thoughts from many years ago. She hopes for a date to a banquet…waiting impatiently for the call. Her friends are asked (by some of the boys she was hoping to ask her.) And finally, a friend comes through. Now, there she one-upped me. I never had a date to a banquet. (But I do remember waiting to be asked.)

So, I will continue to watch as she grows up. I’ll enjoy her crowns and dates as much as she. I’ll hope along with her (as I did also) that she will turn the heads of the boys at the banquet. And I will hope (as my parents did) that her friends will see the treasure she is, with or without the tiara or beautiful dress.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Norma permalink
    January 28, 2011 7:01 pm

    ….and THIS sounds like I wrote it back in the eighties 🙂

  2. Marla permalink*
    January 29, 2011 3:02 pm

    That’s funny! I guess it’s a mom’s right of passage?

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