Updated: Jan. 20, 2021
Originally Published: May 27, 2015
As I lean against the clearance rack in a bustling store, Justin Timberlake’s smooth voice fills the air, crooning about his suit and tie. It feels fitting since my daughter, Lily, is currently in the fitting room trying on dresses for her first formal dance.
Peering beneath the fitting room door, I catch a glimpse of her feet—Band-Aids plastered on her heels from the chafing of those pesky flats—standing atop a heap of discarded yoga pants and T-shirts. Timberlake’s lyrics play on, and I can envision the little performance happening behind that door. First, her toes point toward the mirror as she checks herself out. Then, they shift as she inspects the back of the dress, twisting to get a better view. This little routine continues as she assesses each option, and before long, her hand emerges, clutching yet another dress off the hook.
At 14, this dance marks a significant milestone in Lily’s high school journey. She’s always been the quiet type, so when she expressed excitement about the event, asking if we could go shopping for a dress—“Nothing too fancy, but kind of fancy?”—I felt a rush of joy. She’s envisioned this moment for years, and now it was finally her turn to step into the spotlight.
It’s hard to forget the time she fell into a lake at four years old, trapped between a pontoon boat and the dock, silently standing in water up to her chest until someone noticed her. I often remind her that in moments of danger, it’s crucial to make noise and let your voice be heard. Yet, her calm response was, “I knew eventually someone would see me.” This resilience defines her; she remains unshaken by life’s currents. So when she expressed her desire to attend the dance, I was all in.
Shopping for her dress would not only be a joy but also a chance to help mend the scars of my own high school experiences. Back then, I never felt pretty or popular, and while I attended formal dances, the memories often left me feeling more like a duckling than a swan.
Unlike me, Lily seems to embrace herself with ease. She loves her body, enjoys her hair, and finds humor in herself. When I ask if any of her friends are going with dates, she scrunches her face and says, “No. I actually want to enjoy myself! Worrying about boys looks exhausting.” In her presence, I witness a new version of teenage life—one filled with self-acceptance and joy.
While I was once so easily swayed by others’ opinions and consumed by emotional highs and lows, Lily approaches life with a refreshing confidence. Her organized nature is evident in her whiteboard filled with to-do lists and her carefully planned outfits for the week. She practices her clarinet right after cross-country practice, ensuring she doesn’t have to think about it later, and her friendships are solid and drama-free.
When I ask if anyone is ever mean to her, she simply replies, “Nope. Everyone’s always really nice to me. I think it’s because I don’t bother anyone.” It’s clear that she’s navigating her teenage years with a strength I admire.
But, of course, there’s much I may not see. Someday, I might uncover hidden struggles she faced, but for now, I’m attuned to her happiness, which inspires me. I find myself respecting her more than most adults I know, and I want to honor that feeling.
So, when the fitting room door swings open and she emerges with a cluster of dresses, I ask, “Did you find anything you like?” She shrugs and says, “A couple are OK, but I’d rather wear a regular dress with a beautiful necklace than spend money on something I don’t love.”
As we move to the next store, I can’t shake the memory of her excitement when she first mentioned the dance. I realize she needs to know I heard her request for something sparkly. When she sighs, expressing doubt about finding a dress, I take a proactive step and gather a few dresses for her to try on.
When she walks into the fitting room this time, her eyes light up with excitement. Emerging with a vibrant dress that fits her perfectly, she smiles, and I’m overcome with emotion. Her joy echoes, and I can feel the noise she’s making inside—an expression of her blossoming self.
Life is often filled with unexpected grace, and I’m grateful to witness this moment.
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In summary, my daughter’s journey to find the perfect dress reflects not only her growth but also the contrasting experiences of our teenage years. As she embraces her individuality and confidence, I’m reminded of the beauty of self-acceptance and the importance of listening.
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