As I lean against a rack of discounted clothing, the familiar tune of Justin Timberlake fills the air. His lyrics about a suit and tie seem fitting as my daughter, Lily, changes into semiformal dresses in the fitting room. I catch a glimpse of her feet beneath the door—Band-Aids adorning her heels due to the discomfort of new flats—standing atop a heap of discarded yoga pants and tops. Timberlake’s voice floats through the store, asking, “Can I show you a few things?” and I watch as Lily’s feet shuffle, her movements narrating a story of self-discovery.
At 14, Lily is gearing up for her first significant dance—a pivotal moment in her high school journey. Always the quiet observer, she surprised me with her enthusiasm about this event, eagerly asking if we had plans for that night and if we could shop together for a dress. She envisioned something simple yet elegant, perhaps with a hint of sparkle, but insisted she wouldn’t need new shoes or accessories.
This is the same girl who, at age four, found herself stuck in a lake between a pontoon and a dock, silently waiting to be noticed. When I later learned of her plight, my heart sank at the thought of her quiet suffering. I urged her to speak up in times of trouble, to make herself heard. Her calm response? “I knew eventually someone would see me.”
Lily is a steady presence in my life—a rock amidst the chaos. So, when she expressed excitement about the dance, I couldn’t help but support her. Dress shopping would be a chance not only to witness her transformation into the confident high schooler she longs to be but also to heal some of my own past wounds. I remember my own insecurities during high school, when I never felt pretty or accepted. Even in formal dresses, I never quite felt like a swan—more like a duckling trying too hard.
But that’s not what this is about. My daughter’s beauty doesn’t reflect on me; it’s her own journey that inspires me. As I watch her navigate this experience, it’s evident that she embraces herself in a way I never did. When I casually inquire about dates among her friends, she scrunches her face and replies, “No, I want to enjoy myself! The girls worried about boys seem exhausted. I don’t have that kind of energy.”
While I struggled for validation and often felt overwhelmed, Lily is different. Her bedroom boasts a whiteboard filled with organized to-do lists, and she plans her outfits weekly. After cross-country practice, she diligently practices her clarinet, all while multitasking with her homework and a favorite TV show. Drama-free friendships have flourished since elementary school, and she’s never had a falling out.
When I ask if she faces any meanness at school, she confidently answers, “Nope. Everyone’s really nice to me because I don’t bother anyone.” And when I suggest she might want more friends, she simply says, “I like my friends. I have lots of friends.”
Of course, there may be unseen struggles that surface over time. However, I choose to focus on the bright signs that tell me she’s thriving in a way that inspires me deeply. I respect her immensely and want to nurture that relationship without projecting my past onto her.
When the fitting room door swings open, and she emerges with a pile of dresses, I ask neutrally, “Did you find anything you like?” She replies, “A couple are OK, but I don’t love them. I’d rather wear a regular dress with a pretty necklace than spend money on something I don’t love.”
As we head to the next store, I can’t shake her initial excitement about the dance. I want her to know I heard her. When she heads off to the restroom, I take the opportunity to grab four dresses that I think might catch her eye. As she returns, I casually point out the lovely colors and cuts of the dresses. “You know you always look stunning in blue. Plus, this one is both sparkly and comfy. Want to give any of these a try?”
Her eyes light up again, and she eagerly agrees. Soon after, the fitting room door opens once more, and she steps out, radiant and confident. With her tentative smile and bright eyes, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.
I burst into tears, struck by her beauty and the noise of her joy. I’m grateful to be present to witness this moment in her life.
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Summary:
Taking my daughter Lily dress shopping for her first formal dance was an emotional experience, allowing me to witness her confidence and transformation as she navigates her teenage years. Unlike my own high school experience, Lily embraces herself fully, showing me how to appreciate this new chapter in her life.