Friday, April 29, 2011
O, Those Melancholy Moments
Take tonight, for instance. My fourth daughter, Tabitha, just left a few moments ago to meet up with friends at someone's house, so they could all finish getting ready for their annual Spring Formal event. A seventeen year old's "dream" night...getting to look and feel like a princess. Why would that make me melancholy, for heaven's sake?
It has something to do with the fact that her older three sisters are all grown and gone. Always before...for the past 6 or 7 years...when prom or spring formal rolled around, there were a "group" of sisters around. Giggling, painting each others nails, primping and curling and spraying, asking each others opinions about how this looks, or what if I did my hair like this? It's always been so much fun - so much so, that often they've had friends who also come over and join in the big event of "getting ready."
So, when Tabitha came home this week and said, "Some of my friends are going to so-in-so's house to get ready for formal. Do you mind if I join them?" I had to force a smile as I said, "Not at all - you'll have fun."
Someone else's house...someone who has more teen daughters around home than we do...is the fun place to go get ready.
She stuck around long enough to let me style her hair...that was fun. But there were no older sisters saying, "Oh wait - maybe you should do this instead." There wasn't much giggling. No fancy dresses swishing around, getting in everyone's way. All the dressing and make-up work was going to happen at the friend's house.
That's how it should be...I shouldn't always be the mom who gets to have all the fun.
Am I regretful, depressed, or wasting my time moping about the simple fact that children do grow up? Not at all. Yet here I sit, wondering why the years keep flying by so quickly.
Posted by LA Kohl at 4:47 PM