Well Friends, I have officially survived my oldest child’s first real date. I mean, sure, we’ve taken the kids and their “friends” to the movies in the past, and they have certainly done the “group” thing with a load of others, but this was the high school’s Winter Formal…with a date…a girl… a cute girl… a corsage and pictures…Oh Lord, please have mercy on my frail mommy heart. I knew this day would someday come, and it’s not like I haven’t been through it before with my husband’s siblings (0ur “first” kids), but honestly, I was still not prepared for my baby boy to have a date to the dance.
He’s just fourteen, a freshman, so we would obviously have to play chauffeur, and believe me, I was just fine with that. It actually made the whole first experience a little easier for me. His date, who looked lovely, wore navy blue, so he and Daddy shopped for a navy blue dress shirt. I ordered the flowers for her wrist…and almost didn’t pick them up cuz he was acting too embarrassed to give them to her…so cute. They both acted like they would just die of humiliation if their parents actually talked about the details of the date beforehand (I finally forced her mother’s phone number from my son by threatening to end the date before it even started). Turns out her poor mother was fighting the same battle of the wills with her own child. Believe me, we were both relieved to hear each other’s voices. After all…our children were about to go on a date together…slow dancing…holding hands…and maybe a, maybe a k, k, ki, um, k, uh, hmmm, k, k i s s? Oweee! That actually almost hurt me just to say that, jeez!
Well, my son had a great time. Tony’s first, true, high school, date…a success. I know that I will face bigger and scarier milestones than this, so I will compare it to taking a dip in a very cold pool…you gotta get your toes wet first, right? Thank You Lord for keeping them safe last night. Thank You, that even as I grew extremely nostalgic last night, my smiles far outweighed the sadness I felt at the sort of “loss” of his babyhood. Please continue to guide us in our parenting, so that a great man will be the result of our son…our gift…our loan…our blessing…Amen.