My daughter is going to prom tonight. No big deal, you say. Prom is a right of passage. Aw, but you don’t know my sweet girl. Beautiful, intelligent and terrified to talk.
Tonight is almost unexpected. It started with a comment I made six or seven months ago. “Bryzy, find a boy to take Bay to prom and I’ll drive her up here. I just want her to have a normal high school experience.”
Normal high school experience? Yeah, Bay is homeschooled. Now, before you say anything about awkward homeschoolers you need to understand that Bay has always been painfully shy, even when she went to public school up through fourth grade. Bay is also a singer/songwriter and she performs on stage on a regular basis.
That’s the thing that amazes me the most. Here is this beautiful sixteen year old girl that has difficulty stringing words together in a sentence when talking to strangers but put her on a stage and she comes alive and she can sing in front of thousands of people. And even more amazing...she’s really good.
This is a child that is so terrified to talk that the thought of talking to a stranger on the phone can bring her to tears. This child of mine can barely conversate with people she has known most of her life and sees somewhat regularly. This child can sit in a room of teens for a friend’s birthday party and not talk all night out of fear.
And tonight she is going to prom...with a boy...she has never met. We have seen a picture of him. He is definitely over six feet tall. Bay is 5’4. He is blonde. Kind of cute. And he is willing to go to prom with a girl he is never met.
We know he is into acting. Bay has been in a short film and is headed to L.A. after graduation this May because she has an agent. I don’t know if he knows that. Maybe Bryzy told him to encourage this blind date to prom. Maybe she showed him countless videos of Bay on stage. How Bryzy set it up doesn’t really matter. It’s Bay’s first date and she is excited.
How do I know she’s excited? It’s six am and my night owl is upstairs getting ready. Clothes are in the wash. She’s showering and packing for a three hour drive to her friends house to go to prom. We don’t leave for three more hours. And she is my procrastinator, never ready on time kid.
So tonight my daughter is going to prom.
Tonight is almost unexpected. It started with a comment I made six or seven months ago. “Bryzy, find a boy to take Bay to prom and I’ll drive her up here. I just want her to have a normal high school experience.”
Normal high school experience? Yeah, Bay is homeschooled. Now, before you say anything about awkward homeschoolers you need to understand that Bay has always been painfully shy, even when she went to public school up through fourth grade. Bay is also a singer/songwriter and she performs on stage on a regular basis.
That’s the thing that amazes me the most. Here is this beautiful sixteen year old girl that has difficulty stringing words together in a sentence when talking to strangers but put her on a stage and she comes alive and she can sing in front of thousands of people. And even more amazing...she’s really good.
This is a child that is so terrified to talk that the thought of talking to a stranger on the phone can bring her to tears. This child of mine can barely conversate with people she has known most of her life and sees somewhat regularly. This child can sit in a room of teens for a friend’s birthday party and not talk all night out of fear.
And tonight she is going to prom...with a boy...she has never met. We have seen a picture of him. He is definitely over six feet tall. Bay is 5’4. He is blonde. Kind of cute. And he is willing to go to prom with a girl he is never met.
We know he is into acting. Bay has been in a short film and is headed to L.A. after graduation this May because she has an agent. I don’t know if he knows that. Maybe Bryzy told him to encourage this blind date to prom. Maybe she showed him countless videos of Bay on stage. How Bryzy set it up doesn’t really matter. It’s Bay’s first date and she is excited.
How do I know she’s excited? It’s six am and my night owl is upstairs getting ready. Clothes are in the wash. She’s showering and packing for a three hour drive to her friends house to go to prom. We don’t leave for three more hours. And she is my procrastinator, never ready on time kid.
So tonight my daughter is going to prom.
