simple action saturday : let them choose

Emma_2 Ah, today is senior prom day in our house. It is the last senior prom–the dress! the hair! the nails! the teetering heels!–that we will celebrate until the year 2021 when Tess is a high school senior and I am 105 years old.

As Emma and I entered into Prom Dress Search Alert Level Death Con Three this week, I was reminded of her prom dress of two years ago, the one I lifted up whole mountains and moved to get done for her. Ah, yes. The photo accompanying this post is from that year's prom.

Tonight there will be more photos of an older Emma, resplendent in a watermelon colored dress and silver heels that make her approximately six foot eight.

"Let them choose" emerged for me again this week as I pointed her to demure beautiful vintage dresses (i.e., boring, staid, old) that were made for people like me (i.e., ancient) rather than people like her (i.e., young and gorgeous and ready to bust out into the world). All I needed to do was make sure all necessary body parts were at least adequately covered (this is not easy in today's Prom Dress World, I'm just sayin') and within a budget we could afford without selling the family china.

This is her prom, not mine.

She is her own person. She is not me.

Always being in choice in this wild, wacky world of ours often means letting other people choose (within clear guidelines around budget and time frame, perhaps), giving up the power that comes with choosing, saying "yes!" to the universe. In Life is a Verb, there is an exercise taught me by Patricia Ryan Madson, author of Improv Wisdom: "Practice saying yes to everything for one day. As Madson notes, this comes with a caveat–if you are diabetic and offered pie, for example, you must first protect your health. In that case, though, you can still find a way to say yes: 'Yes, I'd love to have this pie to take home to my son who loves cherries,' she suggests."

What happens when you put your own preferences aside and accept the offers that are made to you, those choices of others? What is so hard about it? Do you have to relinquish some of that control you like so much? What do you gain by doing so?

Say yes. Let them choose. Whether it is the movie you will see or the restaurant you will go to or the prom dress they will wear to tonight's prom that looks nothing like your 1977 Gunne Sax doily dress that covered more skin than a turtleneck. Say yes. Let them choose. Try it for one day.

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

8 comments to " simple action saturday : let them choose "
  • love it. you are a great mother!

  • Saying YES and giving CHOICE is huge at our house, it’s how we live and yet makes us most different from others in our lives. Mindful parenting and radical unschooling = a JOY-filled life.

    happy day!
    ~marcia

  • So beautiful Patti, and you say it so well. Such an important lesson to remember especially when what they choose is not what we ever, ever would.

  • I can’t wait to see a picture of her in all her prom glory! Patti, I still have my Gunne Sax dress – long sleeves, high neck, dragging to the floor. I must have looked like Laura Ingalls Wilder in that thing. I’m waiting another ten years for it to be back in style and then I’ll put it on eBay.

  • What a wonderful post, Patti. Trying to be in control makes us think that we’re in control (ha!). What a knockout Emma is. Hope she has a wonderful prom.

  • Oh yes…Gunne Sax…and then the dresses before that where you couldn’t slow dance with your arms on your dates shoulders or your derriere who be exposed…One day to say yes to everything…I loved that story in your book!

  • Grandma Gina

    This is not oneupsmanship, but merely another aspect of todays fast life. My granddaughter’s junior/senior prom (small school) was last weekend. As part of her outfit of a full length red satin dress, no straps, and lovely puffs and gathers and not at all like what I wore 50 years ago, she elected to wear black shoes, carry a black bag, and wear black nail polish.

    The dinner, prom, pictures, and all the rest went well; her date traveled from Illinois to Texas for the event.

    However by Sunday night there were some breathing problems, possibly associated with asthma, and mom and daughter ended up in the local ER. What I’ll always remember is that the nurse wasn’t sure that the DOB machine would work through the black nail polish! Everything is fine now, but who would have thought that black nail polish would be such a challenge?

  • Becky

    I want a like button. Tomorrow is my ‘Yes’ day.

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