Birthday Girl is 15 today. She’s in third year high school and, sometime during the schoolyear, there’s going to be a Junior-Senior Prom and all juniors and seniors are required to attend. When I first heard about it, the stage mother in me took over. I started planning an entire wardrobe and I even suggested contacting the make-up artist who fixed my face for the Marie Claire magazine story last February. I had this vision of my firstborn in a lavender dress (her favorite color) and matching satin pumps with her hair casually swept up and her face with the slightest trace of powder and blush.
And Sam screamed. She said she won’t go.
That was months ago and the topic has come up a couple of times after that. She has a different line these days, aware that it’s a school requirement she can’t escape from. She’s going in her blue jeans.
This obsession over blue jeans is both understandable and maddening. I wasn’t a blue jeans girl. While over 90% of the student population of U.P. wore blue jeans, I wore dresses. Or blouses and skirts. I had a couple of blue jeans, sure, but I didn’t wear them like a uniform.
And when I gave birth to two daughters, I dressed them up as girls. In dresses. With all the matching accessories. And my mother and mother-in-law were very much into it too. In fact, it was my mother-in-law who started it with those soft headbands for infants and frilly dresses with matching panties. I didn’t really get into the act until Sam was about four months old. Sometimes, I bought such expensive dresses that Speedy and I had long discussions about them afterwards (nabili na eh, ano pa magagawa n’ya?).
Then, when they were about five and six years old, Sam and Alex became very active little girls and we switched to Osh Kosh Bgosh and stuff from Beagle House. That started it with the full encouragement of a father who wears blue jeans like a uniform to this day. From there, they took the road to the world of blue jeans with the determination of those suffering from tunnel visioning. What could I do? A child is the result of the genes of both mother and father and it just reached a point where the Speedy genes became dominant. And they still are.
I don’t know what the school’s rules are about JS Prom attires. I haven’t asked. Perhaps, Sam can go in a blue denim gown or something. I don’t think she’ll agree to an off-the-shoulder design though.