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Prom season is here. I am not normally aware of these things as I’m almost 10 years out of high school, but today (mere minutes ago), it was brought to my attention that the season of overpriced gowns and ridiculous flowers (on one’s wrist or chest?) is here yet again. Thanks so much mom for bringing this to my attention.
So, why was this brought to my attention, you ask.
Well, I’m off in another part of the house when I hear my mom frantically calling my name. A bit frustrated as I was busy getting ready for work, I get up and run to the kitchen where I see her looking out the front door saying, "Come here! Get over here! Come see him!" 
I run over with curiosity and say, "Come see who?" 
Standing out on their driveway is one of the neighbor boys getting his prom pictures taken with his date. There’s parents snapping pictures. Jealous siblings standing idly by waiting to get called upon to step in for a photo. There’s the boy’s dad teasing him, probably about being in a tux while standing on cobblestones. Prom night makes us do very strange things.
And then there’s my mother. Smiling. Waving. Oohing and aahing over how cute he looks and look at his date’s dress and oh my gosh - is that a red tie? Finally, after all that she sticks her head out the front door and yells, "Honey, you just look so handsome!" He politely smiles and says thanks as his parents smile and wave back at us.
After another moment of admiring (yes, admiring not spying or creepily gawking), I tell my mom to let them be to take their pictures and she soon quietly backs away, closes the door and lets the bizarre ritual continue on.
Looking back, at this very moment, I’ve never been more proud of my mother.

Prom season is here. I am not normally aware of these things as I’m almost 10 years out of high school, but today (mere minutes ago), it was brought to my attention that the season of overpriced gowns and ridiculous flowers (on one’s wrist or chest?) is here yet again. Thanks so much mom for bringing this to my attention.

So, why was this brought to my attention, you ask.

Well, I’m off in another part of the house when I hear my mom frantically calling my name. A bit frustrated as I was busy getting ready for work, I get up and run to the kitchen where I see her looking out the front door saying, "Come here! Get over here! Come see him!"

I run over with curiosity and say, "Come see who?"

Standing out on their driveway is one of the neighbor boys getting his prom pictures taken with his date. There’s parents snapping pictures. Jealous siblings standing idly by waiting to get called upon to step in for a photo. There’s the boy’s dad teasing him, probably about being in a tux while standing on cobblestones. Prom night makes us do very strange things.

And then there’s my mother. Smiling. Waving. Oohing and aahing over how cute he looks and look at his date’s dress and oh my gosh - is that a red tie? Finally, after all that she sticks her head out the front door and yells, "Honey, you just look so handsome!" He politely smiles and says thanks as his parents smile and wave back at us.

After another moment of admiring (yes, admiring not spying or creepily gawking), I tell my mom to let them be to take their pictures and she soon quietly backs away, closes the door and lets the bizarre ritual continue on.

Looking back, at this very moment, I’ve never been more proud of my mother.

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