Entry 47 ~ May 18, 2010
~ Another Parenting Milestone
Our oldest daughter, Brittany, attended her Junior Prom on Friday evening. It was a very surreal experience for me to watch her get all dressed up with a stunning cocktail dress, hair, make-up-the works. It was just yesterday she was in Kindergarten, wasn't it? As she got ready, I sat and watched and just daydreamed about the moment we first laid eyes on her almost 17 years ago. When our birthmother chose us, one week before Brittany's birth, we didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl. She didn't know either. I remember her asking me on the phone if it mattered what the sex of the baby was, I remember crying and saying "Of course not!" And that was the truth. Pink, blue--didn't matter to Brian and I what she delivered. After six years of infertility and three miscarriages, knowing that we were finally about to become parents of a precious newborn baby instead of what we were used to--Cocker Spaniels , was almost too unreal to wrap our heads around. But it was happening--and all with only one week's notice!
These were the thoughts swirling around my mind on Friday afternoon as she got ready for the prom. I don't know why Kleenex hasn't come knocking on my door yet to do a commercial--I could sell thousands of boxes for them--easily! Finally, she was dressed and ready to step out the door. She was excited, I was excited, my husband--not so much! This was his baby girl going off to her first prom and he was nervous. We surprised ourselves for feeling this way--after all, as the parents of eight kids you'd think we'd have too much going on to get distracted by moments like this. That couldn't be further from the truth. Each day always brings something new. Each day, our kids are one day older, hopefully smarter and wiser, and always presenting us with new things to think about and new feelings inside that we didn't know we'd experience.
I'm happy to report that Brittany had a wonderful time at her first prom and even made it home 10 minutes before her 1 AM curfew. At 12:51 AM, I breathed a sigh of relief and gave thanks for her safe return and then drifted off to sleep. I may have eight kids, but she's my oldest and she goes through most of these milestones before any of her siblings. I love not feeling stale about being a mother. I love having new things ahead to look forward to with each of them. I love that I haven't lost my sanity (yet) having eight kids under the age of 17 and that as I'm getting older myself, I'm learning to enjoy things a lot more and not feel so rushed. And, if I continue to lose a few more pounds-hey--I might be able to love sharing that prom dress Brittany wore!
Hope you are all well and enjoyed a loving Mother's Day! Enjoy the beauty of the late spring and getting ready for the beautiful season of summer!