This was written a couple of years ago and never published. As the end of another school year rolls around and talk of finding the ‘perfect’ dress, I remembered this and decided it was time to share it with you.
There are some moments in life that are etched in my memory, better than a photograph, that fades with time – as if written in stone, preserved forever.
One of those moments was in March of 1979. The birth of our daughter, Michelle.
On that a bright spring morning when the nurses handed us our baby girl to take home. Wrapped & snuggled in several receiving blankets, I cradled Michelle tight in my arms for the ride home. There were no car seats – no safety restraints – don’t judge me – those were not available. As we headed for home, I looked down at those perfect rosebud lips, her perfectly sculptured nose and knew I would never forget that perfect moment. I knew that she would not be tiny forever but I didn’t know how fast those years would pass.
Fast forward 13 years – that perfect baby girl was now promoting from 8th grade. Suddenly we were searching for the perfect dress for promotion. I was bound and determined that my daughter would not be dressed in ‘cocktail’ attire. As these shopping events go, we butted heads. Shop after shop we went until finally we saw “The Dress”. It took a little convincing, but “The Dress” came home.
After the big event the dress was cleaned and wrapped in plastic and hung in my closet.
Little did we know that the dress was to become part of our family history.
The years flew by and before I knew it ‘my baby’ was expecting a baby of her own. I was soon to become a Grandmother.
The big day arrived with a gush of water and a race to the hospital – a mere four hours later Alexis Rose entered this world. Much like her mother before her, she had a perfectly sculptured nose and her mother’s rosebud lips.
The morning that Alexis came home I stood in front of the hospital with my daughters and new Grand-daughter. I don’t know why, but I had decided to wear “The Dress” that had been biding its time in my closet.
This time around I was acutely aware how fast the years would roll by.
Soon that little girl was my kitchen helper.
So little and eager to do everything ‘just right’.
We spent hours in the garden, planting flowers and picking tomatoes. Playing in the sprinklers.
They were carefree days, that I knew would not last forever.
These precious moments will be treasured forever.
Fast forward 13 years – our Alexis was getting ready to promote from 8th grade.
A notice came home from school that she was to be receiving an award. When asked, Alexis claimed no knowledge of this award – “Probably citizenship or something……” As if that wasn’t something to be proud of.
The evening of the award ceremony arrived and running late as usual, I raced to my closet to find something to wear. In the back corner of the closet, I spotted “The Dress”, wrapped in plastic – waiting to be worn again.
I walked into the auditorium and sat by my daughter, Michelle. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “My dress! You are wearing The Dress!”
The award ceremony seemed to last forever and Alexis sat next to me fiddling with the edge of the dress, waiting for her name to be called.
“Perfect Attendance” She knew her name wouldn’t be called.
“Citizenship” she thought this was what she would be called for – but alas, her name was not called. She slumped in her seat, head down.
She sighed and whispered in my ear, “Nana, I think they made a mistake.”
Finally they got to the “important” awards and Alexis slumped deeper into her seat.
Much to her surprise and our delight we stood and cheered as we watched Alexis receive the “President’s Award for Academic Achievement.”
These are moments to be treasured forever and ‘The Dress’ was there.