The year I should’ve gone to prom, I was pregnant.
While my friends were choosing dresses and arguing over limo colors, I was sitting in a doctor’s office, holding ultrasound photos and learning how to be brave in a way no teenager ever expects.
I chose to keep my baby.
I never regretted that choice—not for a single second. But there were moments I quietly grieved. Prom was one of them. A small thing, maybe, but it symbolized a normal teenage milestone I knew I’d never get back.
I never told my son any of that.
Years passed. Life filled itself with school lunches, late-night homework, scraped knees, and proud moments I wouldn’t trade for anything. And then, on the afternoon of his prom, he knocked on my bedroom door.
He stood there in his tux, nervous and excited all at once, holding a garment bag. Inside was a beautiful dress—one he had picked out himself. Then he held up a sign that read:
“Mom, will you go to prom with me?”
I laughed… and then I cried harder than I ever had.
That night, I wore the dress my son bought for me. He wore his tux. And we danced together.
I didn’t miss my prom after all.
I was just meant to go with the person who mattered most.
Sometimes, love really does come full circle. 💛
