I spent yesterday dress shopping with the twins.
Much to my surprise, they are in ninth grade. I’m truly not sure when that happened. I’m almost positive that yesterday I was helping them organize their stuffed animal collection and reminding them they should say please and thank you and turning on Blue’s Clues and making treat bags for their classes for Valentine’s Day.
I’m getting them ready for their first school dance.
It’s called MORP. Otherwise known as PROM spelled backward.
What? High school dances? Seriously? It seems like the years are spinning by faster and faster and faster and I’m trying to hold on to each minute with the strength of a linebacker facing 4 and 1 in the Super Bowl. But hard as I hold and as hard as I wish and as hard as I try to remind myself life is a journey.
They are growing up.
But for today, could we press pause. Could you indulge a mother with tears in her eyes and poignant joy in her dress-shopping heart?
When you write a blog for six years, it becomes a journal of all that has gone before.
Especially stories from fifth-grade.
About historical figures and the people that love them.
I spend the evening consoling a fifth grade Jackie Kennedy look-alike.
Tomorrow the entire class would be full of famous characters in history….
….and my Jackie wasn’t even ready.
Her gloves were too big.
Her wig was a left-over clearance item that looked like it should be in its own music video.
Her pearls were “mom pearls.”
And she couldn’t understand why Jackie didn’t wear feather earrings.
And her twin sister Betsy Ross…..
…..was skipping around waving the flag.
It was enough to make a president’s wife cry.
We fixed the dress.
And the gloves.
And brushed the hair and trimmed the rock star right out of the wig.
And told Betsy Ross to sit down and eat a carrot.
At the end of the night when the costume was ready and the speech was prepared….
……I went to tuck her into bed.
I hugged her and told her she would be amazing and that we were so proud of her.
She smiled and yawned and turned her head towards me.
“Thanks, mom,” she said sleepily. “I think it’s going to be okay, but I’m kind of worried about John F. Kennedy.
He didn’t even start on his speech and yesterday he was goofing off with Abraham Lincoln.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud.
“Good thing you are there to keep John F. Kennedy on track,” I said with a smile.
She shrugged and sighed.
“Husbands,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Someone needs to manage them.”
Good thing there aren’t any husbands like that around here. 🙂
Some days are full of joy.
Some days are for wearing pearls.
And some days? You just have to make sure the rock star is trimmed out of your wig.
Here’s to celebrating each and every moment we are lucky enough to have. 🙂