A mere four months ago I was bemoaning the fact that my eldest daughter had put more effort into finding the right prom dress than anything else all year. This included her impending GCSEs that seemed to be getting more and more neglected as time went on.
Having finally found ‘The One’, you might remember that the ‘made-to-measure’ dress arrived and was even more teenie tiny than it should have been (believe me, that was hard to beat). Oh the trauma we experienced over this little mishap!
Another trip back to Croydon (a 60 mile round trip) to be re-measured and the dress arrived a week later. Thankfully, it fitted like a glove. All sorted. Or so I thought.
Funny how life turns out isn’t it? I certainly didn’t expect to be where we are now: discussing with her psychiatrist, whether attending the much-anticipated school Prom is a good idea at all.
You see she still wants to go. She wants the chance to say goodbye to the peers she has spent the last 5 years growing up with. The ones she has fallen out with, only to make up with a matter of days later. The ones she has created life-long memories with, on a variety of school trips over the years. In short, the friends she has navigated the teenage years with.
In her words: she “fell off the face of the earth” three months ago and wants to finish school properly, just like everyone else.
After much heartache, numerous meltdowns (mainly from me), meticulous planning, and discussions with both the school Head as well as her psychiatric team, we’ve decided to support her in that decision. In fact we’ve done more than that – we are going to do everything we can to make this occasion a memorable one for all the right reasons.
If she’s determined to go even though her dress no longer fits and her anxiety is permanently lurking in the background. If she is brave enough to face the school friends she has had no contact with for three months and who will no doubt question where she has been. Who am I to stop her?
So we chose another dress last week. I had been kind of dreading the day because she’s not comfortable in her own skin right now and this was never going to be an easy process for either of us. But this particular dress jumped off the rail at both of us. And it’s perfect (albeit slightly too long).
I am so proud of her for forging ahead with this goal. I don’t know why I’m surprised really – that determined streak is ingrained in her. I am just so glad that it’s being used in the right way. A little bit more proof that she’s still in there fighting to make it through.
PS If anyone needs a last minute Prom dress, I have 15 cluttering up our hallway in all manner of colours, shapes and styles.
PPS Pop back on Friday and I will hopefully have been given permission to share the whole dress!