Saturday was the senior prom for my oldest son. I had to force him to go. I don’t want him to miss out on all of the special activities just because he has autism. I want him to have as normal of a life as possible.
The moment I laid out his tuxedo on my grandmother’s bed the cat decided that the garment bag would be the perfect place to stretch out.
He went alone. I tried up until the day before prom to convince him to take a date. The offer of a limo ride and dinner weren’t enough to make him budge. And when I dropped him off there were a ton of girls without dates.
Photos started three hours before the party, so I dragged him around downtown to take even more pictures.
We still had a ton of time to kill so we went to his grandfather’s to hang out. Now, I know that senior portrait (along with engagement and wedding) shoots in the country are cliché, but it’s his grandfather’s house. We were out there and I couldn’t resist especially the tractor. He wasn’t allowed out into the fields because of the cow poo.
He said he enjoyed it, and that he was glad I made him go. I just wish I had been allowed to go on the trip to rent the tuxedo because that one was rather hideous. No man should ever wear pleated pants.