Joy of Love: Day 4 "What They Wear"

I had the absolute pleasure of taking my cousing shopping for the upcoming winter dance this evening. We giggled our way through a million dresses until we found just the right one for each girl. We turned the aisle into our very own runway to allow them to strut their stuff in heels that deserve more than just a second glance. And we finished by modeling every piece of jewelry until we fell in love with the ring that made the outfit. I learned two lessons throughout this journey.
One: I am so excited to take my daughters shopping for their first dance. I know that I will be that super embarrassing mother that has to put her hand over her heart and fight back the tears as my precious girl transforms into a woman upon exiting the dressing room. I want to laugh at ugly dresses and try on every shoe until the store clerks kick us out. I am such a kid at heart, and I hope so much that, at least for a couple years, they will enjoy the time we spend together.
Two: I am terrified to take my daughters shopping for thier first dance! It seemed as if every dress in the store was made to double as lingerie. I cannot even believe that teenagers are able to wear a 3 inch heel and walk as if they were born with them on their feet. I watched other mother/daughter duos and realized that most likely the reason the girls were enjoying me so much, is that I am not their mother. Because daughters don't seem to understand why we as mothers cringe at the thought of my 15 year old having cleavage that is out there and exposed.
I don't kid myself into thinking that I will ever be "cool" enough to pick out my daughters' dresses, but I do hope they at least allow me the pleasure of that moment. The one that they will never let me forget as the most embarrassing moment of their lives. The moment that they step out of that dressing room, and I put my hand on my heart, I fight back the tears, and I sing "Now that your a woman...everything has changed!" (This is probably something only my family will understand)