Archive | April 2012

Prom ~ It’s Not Just for Kids!

About a year ago, I asked Matt if he thought he would be going to his Senior Prom.  I asked him more than once since then, and he kept saying that he didn’t think so, and I said okay.  It wasn’t like I was nagging; it was just that I was trying to plant a seed.  I thought that if I suggested it, my suggestion would take hold and materialize.  I also knew that we both would be okay if Matt didn’t go to prom.  It was just something that I wanted him to experience.  The opportunity to attend one’s Senior Prom comes around once in a lifetime.

Prom is a good experience for parents too because we get to:

  • spend time shopping with our kids to get ready for the big event;
  • give important advice that might be appreciated;
  • see how adorable our children are when they are all dressed up;
  • take pictures; and
  • attend the Grand March.

It is also a special time because we might see some kids who grew up with our child; the ones who asked us to please help them open milk cartons or tie shoes way back when they were in kindergarten.  This is one of the parts that I always look forward to because we don’t get to see all those kids any more now that they are all grown up.

“Are there any girls who you think you might like to ask to the prom?” was one of the questions I asked.

“No, Mom,” he said, as he walked up the steps on the way to his room to hide from me.  Even if he did know the answer to that question, would he really tell me?

So I was very surprised one day when I got a text message that said, “Do you want to pay for the tickets to prom?”

“Yes!” I texted back.  “Who did you ask?”

Matt told me, and I was happy to learn that he asked a girl who we’ve known since they were in kindergarten together.

“That’s so sweet,” I texted back.  “You have to ask her what color her dress is.”

“I know, Mom.”

Matt ordered his tux, I ordered a corsage, and when the night arrived, the outfits of the prom couple matched perfectly.  My husband and I met them and many other prom couples and parents at an art gallery to take pictures.  Then we left to get a good seat at the Grand March.  A balloon arch up on the stage swayed back and forth as people entered the auditorium.  After the festivities began, each prom couple walked to the arch, stood and smiled, posing nicely for a picture.  Before we knew it, the kids were on their way to dinner and the dance.

It all flew by in a flash of a camera bulb like most fun times in life. It’s another special memory to be tucked away in this Mom’s heart because, now you know, prom ~ it’s not just for kids!


My Turn to Pay it Forward

“I hope I don’t see anyone I know in here today,” I said to Katie as I pulled open the door to our neighborhood Caribou coffee shop.  The smell of coffee beans wafted up and camouflaged any other odors.

“Me either,” she said.  We both had the same sort of outfits on and were both out in public without one smudge of makeup.  My sweatpants were not as cute as Katie’s leggings, but our grubby T-shirts complimented each other’s.  I guess you could say we were the closest that we would ever get to matching mother-daughter outfits.

The lady behind the counter patiently waited as we scanned the menu even though we knew all the latte and cooler combinations by heart.   She smiled as we quietly talked about whether we should order drinks for Laura and Matt or wait and order on our way out.  We decided we needed to sit down and chat for a while.  We quickly glanced at the customers and were relieved that we did not know one soul.

“I’ll have a small skim latte,” I said, and Katie ordered one of her favorite coolers.

“Is that all you want then?” the lady asked with one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Yes, that will be it.”

“The person who was here before you left this money,” she said as she held up a $10 bill.  “They said that I was to use it to pay for the next customers’ drinks.”

Katie looked amazed, and I mirrored her expression.

“That is the nicest thing!”  I said.  “We could really use a surprise like that today.  Thank you.”

I heard of things like that happening, and I thought that the timing was just perfect because inside I was feeling how I looked on the outside, and I think that feeling could have been gravitating over to Katie.

Right away, this gift of a cup of coffee got me thinking about how nice humanity can be.  It wasn’t only the caffeine that took me out of my grumpy mood that day.

Now, it’s my turn to pay it forward…  Who knows how much I could brighten someone’s day?

Talking ‘Bout My Generation

Bobby Sherman

My generation was pretty good at obsessing over boys. Not only did we have Bobby Sherman’s face to decorate our lunch boxes and posters, we also obsessed about all the guys from The Monkees. If you ask any lady who you know who is from my age group, who their favorite Monkee was, you will get many different answers. Each Monkee had their own cuteness about them, and the fans have a favorite for a different reason which does not include just being cute.


The Partridge Family was on TV back in my day, and a lot of my friends thought that David Cassidy was really cute.   We didn’t say “hot” back then.


Then there was Donny Osmond,

Little Joe Cartwright from Bonanza, also known as Michael Landon,

and the only reason I ever watched football:  Joe Namath.

Maybe I am out of the loop, but it seems like something is not right here.  Things change, and maybe it’s better for girls to not have cute guys to watch on fun TV shows.  I bet poster sales are way down now from when I was a teen.

Mom’s Daffodils are Smiling at Me

Almost nine years ago, I looked inside the brown paper grocery bag Mom handed to me.  It was heavy.  There were around 100 flower bulbs in the bag.  Little pieces of dirt hung on to some of them, and other dirt fell off and got lost on the bottom of the bag.

“Did you dig all of these out of the garden all by yourself?” I asked.

She nodded yes.  Mom was 77 years old at the time, and I marveled at her strength and determination.  How could she dig all these bulbs out of the garden all by herself.  Her little frame of a body could be blown away by a strong wind.  She dug them out a little bit everyday until she was rid of the ones that she no longer wanted to decorate her garden.

“Mom, I can’t plant all of these in my garden.  I don’t have enough room.”

“You can give some of them to your friends.”

So I planted the ones that I could, and I gave some away to friends.  I planted the daffodil bulbs in the small garden in the corner of our yard.  I started at the front, and I spaced them out by the length of the handle of the shovel that I used to dig the holes.  Mom instructed me how deep the hole should be, and she made sure that I knew which way the bulb should point.  If you plant them upside down, it doesn’t work.

As I dug each hole I understood what Mom must have been going through when she dug them out of her garden.  Not only was it something for her to do and if you have a little bit of anger inside, I found that it is good to dig with a shovel into the ground.  Even though you think you understand why things happen, how the circle of life keeps turning, and how there is nothing we can do about it, I understood Mom wanted the flowers to bloom in my garden.  She wanted them there as a memory of my Dad who died earlier that year.

The next spring, the beautiful daffodils pointed their faces towards the sun and smiled at me, like I always hope Dad is doing. Every year since then, and this year, they are blooming beautifully.  Mom joined Dad almost two weeks ago now.  I am thankful for the many gifts she gave me, and right now I am especially thankful for the daffodils.  Mom’s daffodils are smiling at me, and I could use a smile right about now.