Tween and Teenagers
The First Dance: The Quest to Find Cool Clothes for a Teenage Boy
Quite often parents find themselves running around at the last minute trying to find just the right outfit for their teenage daughter for that first dance, prom, homecoming or party. In my world, my first real taste of dance party panic came when I received a frantic text from my 13 year old son on a Friday morning telling me that he had changed his mind and wanted to go to the 8th grade dance that night. He wanted to know if I could please, please, please go buy him some “cool” clothes and shoes for him to wear.
Me? Pick out cool clothes for a 13 year old boy who has never been to a dance in his life and who I cannot buy underwear for without him being there. That was not going to happen. I just knew I would screw that one up as soon as I stepped foot out of the house. Just last week I bought the wrong kind of socks for him so how does he expect me to successfully shop for his first dance? So what’s a mom to do in a situation like this? My husband was tied up at work so I took the next best person along for the ride…his big sister who is in college and apparently knows a thing or two about “coolness” according to her brother.
Armed with my discount coupon and the husband’s gold card, we set our sights on our favorite department store and began to search for what had to be the perfect attire. The theme for the dance was “Hollywood Nights” which meant we had to find something with a bit of flash but nothing too cheesy. After picking out several options, we texted pictures for him to choose from. And made the purchase along with a hip new pair of Tony Hawk skateboard shoes which his sister said would give him an “edge”.
After the personal shopping trip, I dropped my daughter back off at college and headed home to find my boy with his hair moussed to perfection and ready to don his new duds and hit the dance floor. His dad and I took him to school, signed him in and reluctantly let him go off into the darkness of the dance hall a.k.a., the school cafeteria. When we arrived back at 11:00 p.m. sharp, we found our once well groomed boy with his shirt un-tucked, his hair a bit messy and a bit hoarse. “Wow!” I said “you must have had a great time” to which he replied “yeah, it was okay”. Okay, seriously just okay? After all that running around, picking out clothes, shoes and toting your sister back and forth to school so she could help and you had just an ‘okay’ time? The clothes ended up in rumpled a pile on the floor; he crawled in his bed and never really spoke of the dance again.