Homecoming Dance
How can my daughter be old enough to go to the homecoming dance? Wasn't it just yesterday we were playing dress up together? Somehow, 15 years have flown by and she went to her first high school dance tonight.
She and a group of girls all went together. No guys this time. I'm sure that will change by the next dance, but for this one it was a girls' night out.
She looked too grown up as she raided my jewelry box for just the right rings and earrings. She just better take care of them. She took my only good pair of drop pearl earrings. They did look nice on her though. One day, they'll be hers.
Her best friend got dropped off here for photos, then Randy drove them to school and took a few more photos for me. They kept yelling about going blind from the flash. Somehow, I think they'll live. She took a camera with to take more photos during the dance. She knows I'll have to scrapbook this one.
The dance is over just before midnight and she'll go to her grandparents' house for the night. That way, they'll be able to see what she looked like.
She and a group of girls all went together. No guys this time. I'm sure that will change by the next dance, but for this one it was a girls' night out.
She looked too grown up as she raided my jewelry box for just the right rings and earrings. She just better take care of them. She took my only good pair of drop pearl earrings. They did look nice on her though. One day, they'll be hers.
Her best friend got dropped off here for photos, then Randy drove them to school and took a few more photos for me. They kept yelling about going blind from the flash. Somehow, I think they'll live. She took a camera with to take more photos during the dance. She knows I'll have to scrapbook this one.
The dance is over just before midnight and she'll go to her grandparents' house for the night. That way, they'll be able to see what she looked like.
Labels: dance, daughter, Homecoming, jewelry, photos, scrapbooking
posted by Gretchen at
8:29 PM
18 Comments:
As the mother of only one, a boy, I missed the fun of high school dance excitement. I never got my jewelry box raided. I would have liked that.
V.
What a gorgeous group of girls! I can feel the goofiness from here!
I've never been to a high school dance as we don't really have them here in the U.K plus I went to an all girls school so the whole boy element would have been missing.
It sounds like a great thing to have though.
It's scary how kids just grow up so quickly one minute they're babies & the next adults. It just happens in the blink of an eye.
Awww, the girls look so stunning! I hope they had fun at their dance, and I hope you got your jewels back!
I'm afraid to blink with my kid...they grow up so fast!
Gretchen: Lovely group of girls, and yes, time passes much too quickly, but I have no idea what to do about it.
Anyway, thank you for visiting my blog, which led me back here, and I'm happy I came, and will come back.
And, as I see you are a freelance writer, as am I, maybe we can swap some ideas sometime. That could be good for both of us.
What lovely girls! I remember those giggly fun times with my girlfriends. How is it that I have a daughter who, even at 4, is closer in age now to those days than I am? Thanks for sharing.
Lovely, sweet, wonderful memories. Not only this with your daughter but also with your son and the waiting for the game. Super. Thanks for sharing.
And thanks for stopping by Portland (OR) Daily Photo. I appreciate it so much.
They look so happy - good for them!
A wonderful gaggle of gals. I love girls at this age not fully realizing what they have become. I consider myself privileged to have helped friends raise a couple of girls. I only raised a son while hoping I might someday have a girl.Rachel was to be her name. But, alas! it still take two to tango!
Regarding your comment on my blog about your gifted son. Public school has trouble dealing with the kids at the extremes. Both can be worrisome for parents. Mensa is full of under achievers which the school system failed I am sure.
I lived in Boston, I know how bad schools can be. In Canada, our schools are on average better than US schools which can range widely.
I was not a happy high schooler but blossomed in University. High school did not meet my needs. I was fortunate to have some encourgement and stimulating from a mother.
I knew a boy like your son who learned to read on his own very young. I think he was 3 and somehow unlocked the idea of phonics at a time when "whole word" recognition was being taught.
I used to watch him sound out words. At age 5, he spoke like a miniture man, very polite and precise.. he mother was afraid of him. She had very little physical contact with him. I think it was partly a sexual thing. While I played and rolled on the floor with my son this child just wouldn't take part.
The mother was on welfare with this exceptional child. I helped her get him accepted into a special school for such kids. I often wonder how he turned out.
You seem to have a grasp of what you must struggle for for your son.
"How can my daughter be old enough to go to the homecoming dance?"
I'm not really sure, to be honest. But do you think it could have something to do with my baby boy asking for the car keys?:)
The girls look beautiful and so happy! I'm sure it was a fun night for them!
Kelli
May they always look so happy!
It's been a few days since you visited my blog and I just now found the comment you left. Thanks!
Such memories...Its hard to believe my "babies" are 39 and 34. Where does the time go?
They are so cute! My youngest will be going. He wants to wear a plaid suit or velvet. It's his sense of humor.
We don't have homecomings in the UK, and watching American TV we're always a bit stunned to see how big there are over there! You mentioned you weren't sure what a Christmas cake is - I guess this is another cultural difference! Christmas cakes (link here) are really rich fruit cakes which should be made around now and "fed" with brandy regularly (a teaspoon every couple of weeks) and at the beginning of December they are coated with a layer of marzipan and then iced with icing. They range from austere, traditional types to very weird and whacky designs. Mine err towards the traditional side! Recipes can be found here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/database/christmascake_2359.shtml
This one hurts.
How does it happen? How they grow up in this way? It's one of the those strange ones because to gain the pride of who they have become you must lose the baby, the child, the little kid. The two tangle around each other.
The girls look like they had a blast.
For some reason, my son's high school abolished homecoming dances a few years ago. Apparently the kids just weren't going to them. So I guess it will be prom as a landmark for my freshman.
I went to my first homecoming dance with girlfriends, too. I hope my daughters see the importance and beauty in that sacred time. I plan to encourage it as well.
That constant tug of being a mother is going to always be at work ... always. Hummph.
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