It’s usually around this time of year I start to feel 1) old and 2) prudish.
It’s Prom season of course and to know I’m old enough to have a child going to Prom is well, dumb.
One year for Prom, Jason and I one year drove some of our youth kids around because they weren’t old enough to drive themselves.
We went up to Huntington for dinner at Hibachi where we were met lots of schools celebrating Prom season and taking pictures at Pullman Square.
Some of those girls…
I promise. If they bent over, a gynocological exam could have been given right on the spot.
Last week my Facebook feed was full pictures of beautifully dressed young ladies and dapper young men.
And to say I was pleasantly surprised is a huge understatement.
I am used to seeing girls showing their girls down to their navel and lots of sheer material showing, well, everything else.
Based on this trend, I fully expect the dresses to be singular pieces of material over nipples and pubic hair when Phoebe and Ellie are old enough to go.
PLEASE hear me out.
This is not me condemning scantily clad girls who dress older than they are.
Or who show too much skin.
I NEVER want to come across as being judgmental or holier than thou.
Lord Jesus, surely by now, you know that I am the least of these when it comes to being holier than thou…
And I certainly am not saying the girls who choose to wear dresses that show things only their husbands and Jesus should see are sluts or “asking for it.”
Don’t. Be. Ridiculous.
What I am wondering, when I see girls whom I have known since they had gaps in their smiles parading across the Prom march with a wide grinned boy on her side, is “What’s the heart behind this?”
Every action and decision has a motivation.
What is the motivation of the parents who shell out $750 dollars for a dress that EVERYWHERE her date is going to touch that night will be on bare skin?
Why do we want to set our kids up for failure?
“Here honey! Here’s this month’s house payment! Buy the dress that dips to the top of the crack of your ass so your date will know you don’t have a bra on! Make sure its the one that cuts down way low in the front too! You have such a cute figure! Girl show it off! Maybe you can make me a grandma this Christmas!”
Nope. Not today.
I look at these beautiful girls, who I KNOW are GOOD girls and wonder why she wants all that kind of attention?
Why doesn’t she know that the real beauty she has is what’s on the inside and that’s the beauty that’s going to last and will never fade or go out of style?
That she is God’s handiwork.
That she is fearfully and wonderfully made.
Is of great worth in God’s sight.
Maybe if us mamas believed it about ourselves then we could raise a generation of daughters who did…
So let’s start.
Let us determine to raise women who look beautiful on the outside because of the glory of God that is coming from the inside.
Let people notice them when they walk in a room NOT because they are showing off their midriffs or their cleavage, but because the love of God is so strong in and on them that their breath is taken away.
Let us raise daughters who look in a mirror and love what they see, not because the reflection is polished and perfect and the body is skinny, but because they KNOW they are made in the image and likeness of Christ Almighty.
And let us raise sons who are able to recognize it.
And let us believe it about ourselves.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.