Pancakes and Proms

I aged about 10 years over the weekend, and it had nothing to do with my child.  For once.
On Facebook, I was able to see all the Prom pictures my friends were posting.  Prom pictures of THEIR kids. 
Let me say this another way...
People my age have children going to the Prom.
Lord, help me.
And them, too, Lord.

We did "wait" a few years before jumping into parenthood, so I could technically be the mom of a Senior.  Ugh.

The Prom pictures really got me, though.

Maybe it was because I could see in those sweet faces the faces of their moms and dads.... my childhood friends.  It was only yesterday we were all dressed up and headed to our Prom, right?

Maybe it was because here in our house, we just crossed into the Land of Teenagers.  (Sniff.)  I've had a rough time with the boy turning 13. All those pretty pictures were just one more reminder that my time is coming.

Maybe I'm just old and sentimental.

I was curled up on the couch with the boy Saturday night.  We had pancakes for dinner in front of the TV.  We watched our DVR'd episodes of "Swamp People."  I couldn't stop thinking about how few of those kinds of nights I have left before it's my turn to post the Prom pictures.

The pictures, the girls in beautiful dresses, the tuxedos, the flowers, the fancy dinners...

Maybe the boy and all his friends will come back to our house after the Prom. 
Maybe they will stay up and raid the pantry.
Maybe they will crash out on the floor.

One thing is for certain... I will make pancakes for all of them the next morning.