Families, kids and Prom
Monday, April 26th, 2010I had the joy of hosting a prom Dinner at my home this weekend. My oldest daughter celebrated her senior prom with 22 friends by having dinner and pictures here beforehand. They were joined by all of their parents and together we had a wonderful evening.
The rain could not subdue or dampen the high spirits and beautiful attire. The kids all arrived in their prom gowns and tuxes- full of nerves as well as excitement and behind them were their parents equally excited but also full of sentimental emotion. It isn’t hard to remember our own proms and that evening we all shared the same mixed emotions of loving them all so much and knowing that soon we will have to let them go a little bit more than we have ever had to before.
As the rain fell, we snapped pictures indoors of couples, best friends, beautiful smiles and a group of young adults sharing in a memory making night. Together the parents all prepared and served dinner, poured drinks and waited on them as if they were our most VIP customers. As they finished dinner and readied themselves to leave for the Prom cameras were again turned on and ready to snap another round of pictures. Seeing all of them walk down the driveway with umbrellas, some running in heels that would break my neck and others that were lucky, being carried by their gentlemanly dates, I wished silently that we could do it all again.
Having a house full of kids, their parents and sharing together in a special meal is about as close to heaven as it gets for me. There were many thanks from the kids as well as parents for us hosting the event and cooking the meal. But I will say, I was the most thankful that evening. I am thankful for the blessings that are the simplest ones. Children that have the opportunity to grow up and experience life, good friends and that have parents that love them. Parents that can share in an evening joined together simply by that love for their children and the blessing that our chidren actually want to be with us! And the sharing of food amongst old and new friends, stories that bind us and a pang in our hearts that is shared.
It was a perfect night- and for a time or two, it felt like 1978 all over again.


