Prom Night

My teenagers went to the prom this weekend. They were very stressed out in the days leading up to the prom – lots of yelling at each other and me. The prom can mean a lot of pressure with expensive clothes, expensive plans, expensive after-plans.

I kept trying to remind them, “It’s really just about the two of you spending time together,” but they didn’t buy that idea at all. They’d nod and act like they were listening, but I could see that the wheels were spinning and Bay was still thinking, okay, how can I afford to get a french manicure on my toes in addition to tanning, acrylic nails, and an updo…….

At one point, they called me from the restaurant (Tres Hombres) to say that Greg had forgotten the tickets (also something they forgot – corsage and buttonaire). I drove the tickets down and met them at Chuckie Cheese. I loved the idea that they stopped by Chuckie Cheese in their finery. I can’t remember how many birthday parties I attending in that (overwhelming) venue. I imagine the visit was bittersweet with that combination not-kid/not-yet-adult feeling.

They came home yesterday and slept all day long, finally making it out to the living room in the evening. Lots of fun and now everything is back to normal again. Which means they are either laughing or bickering.

Young love.

Image credit: Michelle Smith