Happy May and welcome to that special time of the year…No, I’m not talking about baseball, and no, I’m not talking about spring and being able to do more outside, or gardening, or lawn care. Bar it from me to save us all the time of discussing Spring Turkey Hunting, fishing season starting, or the brand new season of Mad Men. No folks I’m blogging today about what that I feel is generally the American Teenager and American Women’s favorite time of year: Prom Season.
Yes, that magical time of year when all young teens and mother’s are succumbed to the social and peer pressures that make this season so F-ing grand! (Smell the sarcasm…)
Now, I’m not one to judge, but I will observe and voice a question(s) or scratch my head and wonder, “What the hell is the big deal?”
I went to my prom in high school. It was nice, can’t complain. Maybe it’s my ass getting older, which is fine, but when did this prom thing get to be the second coming of the Royal Wedding?
So, I was recently on a stroll through a “large shopping area, for fun let’s just say it was “A Mall.” Per the school calendar year, my walk took place during Spring Break Week. Keep in mind, I would have much rather been walking outside, but my current geographic living location did not permit the proper weather for an outdoor stroll, hence my indoor walking. While walking, I noticed several stores full of various flocks of teenage girls and some supposed mothers.
From one store to another, I noticed the same trend: eye rolling, some giggles, various hand gestures of like and disgust, and the shuffling of said flocks from various store to store looking for dresses, purses and such. This sat with me at first to be a thought of, “What a nice bonding moment for mother/daughter.” As a parent, I can see where this would be fun and a fine day had by all. So, my walk continued and I had this scene narrowed down to 3 different groups based on their actions and reactions:
1. The daughter/mother paring that is having a blast. Likely the highlight of this young lady’s’ High School Social Career, if you will. Seems they got a dress and were looking for purses/shoes, both lightly sipping on an iced drink or smoothie. Laughing, having fun. I passed this pair twice upon my several lap walk and I hope they had a good day.
2. Flock of Girls (4-5) with 2 mothers accompanying them, buying a few things, being a bit nit-picky and seeming to be discussing what others (who are not with them) are wearing, what not to wear and general gossip. Generally, seems like not a bad day. I passed this flock 2 or 3 times, seems like they were enjoying themselves.
3. Daughter/Mother Tag Team: 2 daughters, 2 mothers. Nothing was good enough and both sets ran with the same theory. My parenting senses told me to watch this group as I see a Perfect Storm of “Real Housewives/Sweet 16 Birthday/Teen Mom” about ready to hit the coast. I passed this group three times and one daughter called her mother a bitch for not letting her acquire a specific type of purse. Yes, folks, she wanted a Coach purse (yes, I know my purses). The pair of mothers standing tall on “Nothing but the Best” platform has the girls degrading everything from the foam in their $6.50 coffee to the lack of nail polish a Sales Associate had on her finger nails. More banter back and forth of who’s wearing what and comments including, but not limited to: “He better like this” and “Like, Um, I guess” as something was yet again not good enough. Just then, the mothers whisk the girls away at some point to no other place but Victoria’s Secret to, I guess, you know, really set the tone of the night.
So a few things that stick with me from Group 3:
1. A COACH PURSE FOR PROM NIGHT?! Why and how?
2. “He better like this.” True, but I’d suggest he better find a new date. Just me.
3. The pair of mothers debating like it was their lone filibuster moment of what is good and what is trash.
4. My only hope is the Victoria’s Secret visit was for only “proper fitting” undergarments and not a pitch for the girls to “Whore Up” the night.
Overall, my theory is the girl of Group 1 with her mother will have the time of her life, and her mother likely had the day of the year with her daughter. Group 2 will have a good time generally and their mothers likely got home and shared a bottle of wine, I hope. Girls and mothers of group three, nothing is ever good enough. Everything must be the princess moment. They will likely have a limo or some crap that night, big dinner, and 10 years or less down the road, it will be another circus-like event, only then on steroids, for the Wedding Day.
Cherish your kids. Work with them, not for them. Don’t live vicariously through them, as much as you want to. You had your time. It may have sucked, trust me, but let them have their time. And if they want you to have that time, their time with you included, you’re doing it right and you’re lucky as can be.
Now, you all have a goodnight. I’ve got a tux to rent since I just picked up a limo driving gig in a few weeks.
I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Thanks and enjoy!