Kate's confirmation is this Sunday, and for our family, clearly another moment in time is upon us. While I will be the first to say that what Kate wears is far from the most important aspect of her big day, it is important. Today I brought home our eighth, ninth, and tenth dresses respectively to vie for the approval of the Divine Miss Kate. Thus far, we do not have even a hint of consensus. (Can you say Teen-Age Diva?)
I have a good eye for clothes and also a great love for them. All evidence is that this strand is somehow inexplicably and completely missing from Kate's DNA make-up. How can that be in my daughter? But give Kate jeans and gym shorts, and she is set. It gets worse....Kate adores wearing her dad's sweatpants.....uggh!
I remember being a fashion tweener, and I know it is not easy. Although only thirteen, Kate looks older than her years by several. Barely a teenager but finding herself in a young woman's body, it's really not surprising that she is struggling to find a fashion sensibility or that we are experiencing a confirmation dress dilemma. Ah yes, the dilemma.....
Kate and I began our odyssey searching for a simple white or cream dress. Doesn't sound hard, does it? That plan soon went out the window, as I began to fear we would not in this decade find an appropriate one that Kate liked. At this point, purple with pink polka dots seems a viable possibility.
Am I wrong that on this upcoming and particularly momentous day, I want my daughter's appearance to be in keeping with the magnitude of the moment, her moment? I want her to recognize even through her attire what a special and wondrous time this is. I would rather prefer that she not look like she is attending a teen club event at the beach....or, dare I say, worse. Where does she get the idea that she should dress like Britney Spears for her confirmation in a very (and I do mean very) traditional Methodist Church.
So it's strapless....no....unless with a jacket or sweater. Spaghetti straps...I'll consider. Short...okay. Too short....no way. V-neck....possibly within certain parameters of acceptability. Sleeveless....maybe. Low in the back...don't think so. Sheer or thin summer fabric....no! Through it all I am finding comfort in older motherhood and knowing that I may be in a nursing home by the time Kate is selecting a wedding gown. Happily, one of my younger sisters will likely be aiding in that selection. I so hope it is Size 4 Banker Sister, who has only sons and offers no sympathy whatsoever for predicaments such as my current one. Today, the voice in my head is most assuredly Size 4 Banker saying, "Don't worry what Kate is wearing. It doesn't matter in the least." May I just say to you with all respect and love, Size 4, "Everything is different with girls."
With my head spinning with joy and pride for Kate's big day, with thoughts of new listings and work going undone, with family coming in for the week-end, with a terribly messy house since I have lost my housekeeper of 12 years, it's a dress dilemma of the thirteen year old variety that has me truly in a tiz. Dear Lord, give me understanding, strength and patience and, if it's not too much to ask, a reasonable dress for Sunday.
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