My daughter’s graduation happened this past weekend. It has been months in the making, aside from the years it took to get to this point. The dress was $700, the hair was $300 because we HAD to have colour done, the tickets for the dinner were $90 each and then there was the anxiety of attending this event. Crowds make me sweat and it is made worse if I am put in the position of needing to make small talk with
people whether I know them or not. I ran into former colleague whose son was also graduating and naturally the first thing she asked was,“what’s new?” What IS new? I just spent over $1000 on my 18 year old for a 5 hour event. I considered telling her that I regretted not wearing my Spanx and asking whether she believes HER kids when they tell her, “You look fine Mom.” I think my trust was misplaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror in the bathroom at the event. Instead, deep breath, smile, sit straight, hopefully sound confident and talk about how this is such a fun event. The kids all look great and yes, work is going well. Thankfully she moved on, leaving me to lament that this was an alcohol-free event.
I don’t know how many tables there were in this place but my mine was numbered in the 70s. We had to take turns at the buffet and finally, a half hour later of watching people pass by with their heaping plates of roast beef, it was our turn. I loaded up with everything because going back for seconds was not an option. Not when you have to wind your way past tables and cross the length of the room. I don’t want to be observed having seconds, not without that Spanx.
I was conflicted when the dance portion came. Other than having to conspicuously make my way onto the dance floor to photograph my daughter and husband having the parent/kid dance I didn’t have to move from my seat, but I love music and like dancing when no one is looking. I WANTED to be up there with those free spirits who put their hands in the air and just move their bodies. Not sure I was ever one of those free spirits but I can feel her in me. If I let her out, I would have joined in when the Indian music started for I know how to “screw the light bulb” and “pet the cat”! I would have gone for seconds at that buffet, talked freely to whoever I wanted, and even made my way across the whole length of that room to the coffee pot. Or maybe I should have just had the good sense to pre-drink .
– Insecure Mom