Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Handbags and gladrags
My teenage daughter is going to a party on Saturday - a big, quite formal, celebratory party full of teenage girls - and don't we know it! For weeks we've had blow by blow accounts of what's going to happen, who's going to wear what and more importantly "PLEASE can I have a new dress?' The answer of course was yes and preparations have begun ...
A few weeks ago I went to listen to my daughter and her friends sing at a concert at her school. A friend, who has a teenage son,was sitting nearby, turned and said to me "It must be so hard being the mother of a teenage girl" and I knew exactly what she meant. She didn't mean you're going to have lots of problems or have you heard all those horror stories - no, what she meant as we sat there looking at all those beautiful, confident and poised girls was - doesn't it make you feel old! And it does!
My daughter is now 4 inches taller than me and stands up so straight. She can kick her leg up above her shoulders and not wince just for starters. When she has friends around I am amazed at how beautiful and confident they all are. It's wonderful watching them, listening to them, looking at the things they've bought in town, discussing in the minutest detail a new pair of earrings or shade of eyeshadow.
But would I want to swap places with them. NO! For every ten minutes of hysterics, there's half an hour of crying. For every smile, there's always a scowl not far behind! Would I swap my lowly position in the pecking order for the phone, computer and TV in return for the piles of homework, dire projects and months of essays and revision ahead of her? Not to mention the boys - we're all in denial about the boys ... Not having to go through it all again myself means that you can see the funny side of it, however infuriating this may be for my daughter. I can stand back and watch it in all its longlegged gorgeousness!
So the dress has been bought - apple green sixties style (she calls it her Samantha from Bewitched dress) to be worn with bright red shoes and bag and my vintage jacket (I do still have my uses) - make up, hair and jewellery yet to be decided. Of course things could all change tomorrow and a whole new outift devised - 48 hours is a long time...