AP exams are over and the kids can now start stressing about prom dresses, limos, tables and after prom activities. It is a great time of year.
I used to get invited to the prom every year. I loved seeing my little boys and girls transformed into sophisticated men and women. The boys looked so elegant in their tuxedos and the girls would make any movie star jealous in their gowns. I always arrived early and stood outside, watching them emerge from their limos, waltz their way into the fairy tale evening.
I say I used to be invited. I haven't been invited for years (except for the year my mom died and I got handed an invitation the day before the prom because someone else backed out at the last minute. I couldn't go that year.) I know the kids wanted me but the powers that be always had an excuse for saying no when my name came up.
It used to hurt to be so unwanted. But, to me survival is the most important thing so I managed to build up my immunity system and became content looking at pictures and hearing stories the day after. I now make prom night plans with the ones I love (and the ones that love me.) They are the ones that count in real life, after all.
Wait...I just found out that I am invited to this year's prom. I probably won't have time to buy a new dress, but I'm sure I can find a good one in the closet. (I'm fortunate--my weight hasn't fluctuated much in over 25 years.) I can't wait to go!