So… last Friday I was wrapped up in Junior Prom, more commonly called, “J Prom”. See, I know teen-speak, right down to beginning my last sentence with a “so.”
I helped Louisa assemble the perfect look for her big, fancy, expensive party for kids, which is what I like to call this event. I never attended prom – junior, senior, or whatever. I truly don’t get it. But I fulfilled my maternal duties, running around picking up the last minute items she required; offering moral support in the salon as her face was made up and hair was styled; going to the official photo session at a friend’s house. However, this completed look was the result of her vision, not mine. All credit belongs to Louisa, and this rare photo of her is posted with her permission!
After the pictures were taken, Louisa and her friends went off to the local convenience store for their own private photo shoot – don’t ask, I have no experience in these matters (see above in case you forgot already). After that, Joe and I had the evening to ourselves.
Woohoo! Movie and dinner, in that order, since there was only one early showing of the movie we wanted to see, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2. That movie is completely apropos to our life stage. Rotten Tomatoes gave the movie low marks and I understand why. But if you put aside the predictability of the plot and the multitude of cliches, it was a very entertaining movie that spoke directly to future and present empty nesters. Among all the wedding business, the themes covered include college planning, the college decision (stay close to home or go far away), and even a prom. It’s like they wrote this screenplay for me. Now that I’m at this stage of family life, I feel like there aren’t nearly enough stories out there about transitioning to life as an empty nester and how parents, and particularly moms (both stay-at-home and working outside during the child raising years) deal with the cutting of the apron strings. Hollywood, we need more support – what are you waiting for?
The movie suggests that this transition can be helped by doing more things alone with one’s spouse, just like in the old days Before Kids. It’s a new, old experience, that comes with a refreshingly lower dinner bill as Joe and I have been discovering lately.
After the movie we went to a local Indian restaurant, the kind of place the kids would never, ever want to go to when they were younger, and I decided to order their version of a chicken dinner. The base of the dinner was Tandoori Chicken, accompanied by a variety of side dishes including rice, a cauliflower dish, a lentil dish, and naan bread fresh out of the fryer. Yum! And don’t you love the presentation?
If any of you readers have successfully made it through this transition without too much melancholy along the way, what was your secret?