Road Time and Prom Dresses

Recently, I took a road trip with my teenage daughter. The destination was my alma mater – the University of Wyoming. I did not complete my degree at UW but it was the first step of my post-high school chapter. I also played volleyball at the school. I hadn’t been to the school in nearly 20 years.

We were both eager to visit for different reasons. We logged over 1100 miles in 72 hours to spend about 8 hours on campus. It was indeed a trip.

A road trip with a teenager prompts all sorts of interesting conversations and emotions.

We laughed, we squirmed and we sang. We also argued. It wouldn’t be normal if we didn’t.

Have you ever noticed when you are on a road trip as you get closer to your destination you become more agitated and impatient?

This is where is can get real interesting.

I decided on our return drive home, it would make sense to stop on the way home to look for a prom dress. The illusive prom dress. If you have not had the privilege of partaking in this search…you have no idea what you are missing. Can you hear my sarcasm?

Back to the trip. We have been cooped up together for 3 straight days, felt a wide array of emotions and now we are looking for the perfect dress. I had to pause during this search and laugh inside. I didn’t dare laugh out loud.

I realized that this would indeed be part of the fabric of stories for our future. I was grateful for our time together and am so hopeful for my children. I hope I have instilled the courage in them to pursue their passion. I know this is how they will make their greatest contribution.

It is with a full heart that I have written this piece. We did not find the dress. We survived our trip. I wouldn’t change a thing. Wyoming is one of the schools in the running right now. The future is SO bright.


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