Rite of Passage

There are so many rites of passage hurdles that must be crossed before we reach adulthood. Since I'm not a male, nor do I have a male child, I'll focus on female-types of rites of passage. It's what I'm familiar with.

From graduating kindergarten, to screaming girls at sleepovers, to the horrors of puberty, to entering high school, to celebrating a quinceañera or a sweet sixteen party, or even graduating high school to enter the next phase of life known as college, or pre-adulthood, as it is known to parents, for the simple reason parents usually foot the financial bill while the kiddos pretend to make grown-up decisions and push the boundaries without parental supervision. *PARTY!*

While all these occasions contain some form of emotional excitement there is one rite of passage that is traumatic for young women. It is never spoken about, but dread is the primary emotion.

I'm talking about graduating from the JUNIOR clothing department to WOMEN's clothing.

OMG!

Graduating from cute, skinny clothes to MOM clothes! The HORROR!

Young women reach this rite at varying times in their lives. Many adult women can still shop in the junior department especially if they are slender and are less endowed than other women.

And yes, I know of a few of these ladies (Hate them!), but alas, I'm not one of them.

My kidlet has been struggling with her new reality for a few years now. I can't force her to realize that having boobs puts a young lady firmly in the women's department and the realm of Mom clothes.
*sigh* I just wished the buyers for those departments would realize that no one wants to wear boxy, oversized, unattractive clothes, not this 57-year-old nor the 17-year old high school senior.

To all the moms out there who have faced, or will face, this rite of passage:

Hang in there! College is around the corner!
 

Thank you.

That is all.

MAG's