Last night was prom night. Not mine, of course. My oldest daughter Katherine and son Joshua went to the Junior/ Senior prom. I can’t even tell you where it was held (a real testament to my parental engagement these days), but they were beautiful. Well, I guess they were. Joshua, I know for certain, was dressed to the nines in a black tux with– get this– an orange tie and such. His date Tonya, who his has known since the 2nd or 3rd grade (which one I surely don’t remember) wore a gorgeous orange gown. Orange gowns never looked so beautiful as they did last night. It is, as they say, her color. I could never get away with it. But then again, this isn’t about me, is it?
Katie didn’t dress at home. She piled into the car of a friend and slipped away wearing a pair of jeans. Her make-up and hair were already done. Nails flawless. I didn’t get to see the result until the end of the night. A super fine black mini dress, complete with bodacious legs and a pair of MY rhinestone encrusted BeBe stilettos. (Who says Moms aren’t good for something?) The legs, the shoes, the fake eyelashes (bat wings as we call them), the dress… altogether made for one wonderful package. She didn’t have a date. Did I tell you that? Maybe we’ll talk about that another day but, suffice it to say, she could’ve gone with anyone.
Let’s get back to those legs. She’s got a personal trainer now. She’s decided to lose weight, eat better and work out. All in the name of being “fine.” Not that I didn’t agree that doing this was necessary, but last night I got a preview as to what I’m in for. Those legs. After a few short weeks, she is already toning up. Once she achieves her goal weight and level of health, she won’t need to worry about a prom date or anything else. Young men will be tailing my daughter home (as if they aren’t already). I just home she takes the time to notice the good ones.
And speaking of good ones. Tonya is a good one. I hope she stays around another nine or ten years.
