The year I should’ve gone to prom, I was pregnant.
While my friends were choosing dresses and talking about limos, I was sitting in a doctor’s office, holding ultrasound photos and trying to be brave.
I never told my son that.
On the afternoon of his prom, he knocked on my bedroom door.
He was already in his tux, looking nervous and excited all at once.
Then he handed me a garment bag.
Inside was a beautiful dress.
He told me he’d picked it out himself.
Then he held up a sign that said,
“Mom, will you go to prom with me?”
I laughed… and then I cried harder than I ever have.
That night, I wore the dress my son bought for me.
He wore his tux.
And we danced together.
Sometimes love comes full circle. 
