It’s months off, but I’m already starting to stress over what to wear to My Favorite Domer’s Commencement.
tear-filled occasion celebration falls in May. The weather, I hope, will be clear, sunny, calm, and warm.
But I’m not counting on it. After all, we’re talking South Bend.
Home of PermaCloud. And bucket loads of snow, thanks to something called the “lake effect.” And gale-force winds with thunderstorms.
A few years have passed (well, okay, more than a few!) since I was the college grad. It was hot but sunny. I wore a dress.
If I didn’t have pictures to mark the event, I wouldn’t remember that my dad wore a suit; my mom, a dress.
I haven’t a clue what other parents wore.
Now that I’m the mom, I know how important it is not to embarrass your kid in public.
Certainly NOT at his Commencement!
So I’ve been scouting online forums to determine what’s “proper” attire for such a momentous occasion.
Here’s what I’m finding:
- Parents should dress nice.
What’s nice? I wear jeans just about every day, and they look nice. But something tells me they won’t fly for a commencement.
- Parents should dress as if they’re going to Church.
Oh, no, don’t get me started on that! I’m Catholic, remember, and we believe dressing for church is pretentious. So we wear jeans, sweat pants, T-shirts, cowboy boots, shorts, you-name-it. Priests have long complained, but their complaints fall on deaf ears. I think they secretly fear that if they complain too loud and often, nobody will show up at all!
- Parents (especially moms) should wear comfortable shoes.
Really? Isn’t “comfort” relative? I mean, my Nikes are comfortable; so are my moccasins. But they wouldn’t be appropriate at a commencement, would they?
- Parents shouldn’t dress in a risque’ manner.
Well, okay, that one I get. No plunging necklines, no slit-up-to-here, no see-through anything. Perfectly doable.
- Parents should be mindful of the surroundings. Long sleeves for indoor ceremonies; sunscreen and hats for outside.
Right. I can already see me sitting in a summer frock atop Notre Dame Stadium, wearing a baseball cap and shades, snuggled beneath a plastic rain poncho, and warming my bunny-slippered feet with my heavy winter coat!
That about covers all bases, don’t you think?
P.S. Seriously, if anybody reading this has any concrete, viable suggestions for taming the “Battle with the Closet” for Commencement, I’m all ears!