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One Down, Two to Go

Today was Day #1 of Homecoming festivities.

The school has a special shin-dig for homecoming candidates.  The girls are escorted by their male counterparts, walk across a stage, and then under the swords of the ROTC as their names are announced…

The theme this year has to do with pirates and the Caribbean (hence the ship)

The candidates leave class early to get ready, with the girls gathering in one or two teachers’ classrooms.

This was the first year Chicky has been on the Homecoming court, and what an experience it was!  I was subbing but had Planning that period (thank you, Lord), so I got to witness a room full of girls all helping each other get ready for the show.  They chatted excitedly.

Several moms showed up, hairbrushes in hand, and helped their daughters tease their hair to proper heights.

Chicky was nervous.  She worried about tripping in her 4″ heels.

I was nervous too.  I didn’t want her to twist an ankle or knee, nor did I want her to be embarrassed by falling down.

She allowed me to snap a photo before she left the classroom…

I walked to the cafeteria, where all of the candidates and their escorts were waiting, took pictures of Chicky with a male soccer player (her escort and a candidate for Homecoming King), and reminded him, several times, not to let her fall.  He assured me that he would take care of her, and then I went out to sit with the other parents in the bleachers.

I prayed…a lot…and breathed…a little.

And I waited…

Anxiously.

And then her name was called.  I hardly remember her going up the stairs, across the stage, and back down the stairs…that’s how nervous I was.

All I know is that she smiled a gorgeous smile that I knew was one of relief.  The guy hammed it up a bit, and we all got a chuckle.

Before I knew it, the party was over.  I caught up with the Mr., who was armed with the camcorder…ever the proud dad.

One event down, two to go.

Maybe I’ll actually be able to breathe for the next two.

3 Responses

  1. Hey there!

    I found you on Rebecca Jo’s blog and thought I’d stop by. I love your blog! Homecoming festivities are always such fun! Ours are in three weeks! Hang in there, mom! 🙂

    • Hi April! I’m so glad you took the time to follow the link to my blog! Rebecca is simply the best, isn’t she?! Thank you for the kind words about my blog. Hugs!!

  2. AAHHH… made it safely across the stage… whew!

    I’m still loving those shoes!!!! I’d be CLINGING to my escort for dear life… line leaning at a 45 degree angle or something! 🙂

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