So I don't know about you FBers (is that a word?) but my feed has been lighting up with prom pictures. I am "friends" with some teens from church and I love seeing them in their dresses and tuxes, with huge or hesitant smiles on their faces. I can't help but wonder what their nights were like, and remembering mine from those long ago high school days!
I was fortunate enough to go to both my junior and senior proms, and also to my high school boyfriend's junior and senior proms. He went to a different high school and was a year ahead of me. We dated from early my sophomore year until the summer before I went to college. 3 out of 4 of those proms were very nice, one was sort of nice, but has a few unpleasant memories attached to it. So when my own girls are preparing for prom someday (slow down Nelly!) I know I will remember the sweet slow dancing with a guy you think hung the moon, the excitement of being with friends you think you'll have forever, the feeling of being almost grown up. But I'll also be mindful that although they might look like women filling out their much-sought-after-perfect-dress, they're not. They're still young girls, and it's my job to protect them. It's my job to try my best to keep their hearts and bodies safe. I'm not ignorant, I know that they may make choices independent of my wishes.
I don't want my girls to pay a price they don't deserve, for my experience as a teenager. My choices have nothing to do with them. But my point is, I remember being in teenage love. I remember wanting to be wanted, by my boyfriend and my friends. I remember prom was a huge part of my world - can you imagine?
I just want my girls to be with boys that respect them, and honor them. I want them to have friends that "get" them, and love them. I want them to enjoy their proms, but I hope it's just a dance where they have fun with their friends, and maybe a special boy. Nothing more, you know what I'm saying?
Luckily I don't have to think about proms for 10 more years.
I know the feeling Brynn, seeing my little girl going on six, it makes me wonder about the future. What is even scarier is thinking about Henry going to be 10 in just three short months. Wow, this stuff is coming faster then we think. I feel in this case that if we teach them God's ways now, hopefully they will be independent to make the right decisions as they age. We will just be lifting eachother up more as they get older, a whole new set of problems to keep us on our knees. Let's not tire them out yet.
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