Well, so ok, but MY daughter is going to wear a simple dress.
So we go shopping. My daughter tried on a few dresses, didn’t really like any of them. Any of them would have suited me but nothing stood out. I felt like she’d prefer to wear her jeans. Things were not going well, with what I thought would be a happy shopping trip, so we were leaving the store planning to go have lunch before looking some more. As were leaving my daughter sees a rack of dresses off to the side and goes over to it, pointing out a dress that had caught her eye. The saleslady came over seemingly a bit uncomfortable and apologetically said the dresses had been ordered because “there are a lot of mexican girls in town” as if she found them (I HOPE she meant the dresses and not the girls) distasteful. I felt uncomfortable and started to leave and emily says, “please mom, I want the Mary dress”. The first spark of interest from her about the entire event. So I look closer and sure enough she was holding a dress with Our Lady of Guadalupe embroidered on the skirt. Something, admittedly, I felt was a bit ‘tacky’. "I’m not sure… " lamely trying to find a reason to not like the dress that didn’t sound entirely shallow and disrespectful of the culture of the majority of our parish… "PLEASE MOM, it has Mary on it, PLEASE. She excitedly tried it on and it fit perfectly. Full length, poofy skirt and all. “Please mom?” she pleaded with her eyes. So… we left with the poofy dress and a crinoline (No hoops, I had to hold onto a shred of my simple intentions). We also added a simple tiara and a long mantilla veil. Since I had caved I thought not matching the veil to the style of the dress would have made it more, not less silly. My princess was ready for her day. So it happened that my korean daughter, adopted into a white American family, wore a poofy Our Lady of Guadalupe dress and sparkled and shone with her Mexican American sisters for her First Communion.
So I caved to the dress. It wasn’t that bad at all. My daughter was attracted to the dress because of her devotion to Mary. She loved that she had the “Mary” dress. How could I discourage that? After first communion, she started wearing the mantilla veil to Sunday mass, it was a happy remembrance of her first communion every sunday. She still loves going to mass even now as a teenager getting ready for confirmation. She still loves her veil, it reminds her of the first time she received Jesus in communion. The tiara was a simple but nice jewelry quality crown. It has since seen use for Christmas pageants, her 15th birthday party and her first formal dance. It is carefully packed away for future proms and maybe someday her wedding. Maybe even someday for her daughters first communion. She’s sentimental that way.
That “simple” satin dress with a “simple” headband veil or flowers would never have meant so much or left so much to carry the deep meaning of the day forward into her future.
It seems common in America to discount the little, familiy traditions as something complicated and old fashioned. For reasons of “taste” or appropriateness.
I found the dress she picked a bit gaudy and not to my taste. Yet it perfectly suited her, and left her with a deeper connection to her faith. Elements of that dress and day continue to enhance special moments of her life. I’m glad I have found a deeper meaning in what some see as unecessary “frills”.
Just some thoughts…
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Have you ever written for publication? This is a prefect story for A Cup of Comfort book, or for a magazine article.
Heck, expand it and make it a novel!!!
Thank-you for sharing your story. I will never look at a “gaudy” First Communion dress the same way again.
