At which point she promptly started crying. She thought that I would be sad to cut my dress, and didn't want to be the reason for my sadness.
What?! I thought she'd be excited (like me), and it never dawned on me that she wouldn't want to use it for her communion dress. And then I remembered how disappointed I was that my mom cut up her wedding gown to make my older sister's baptismal gown, and that I never got to see either the dress in person, or the baptismal gown for that matter. I suddenly realized that I never considered my daughter's feelings in my plans for one of the most special dresses in her life. Crap.
When we got home, I opened up the garment bag, and spread out the dress and the train on my bed. I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief seeing that the train is constructed with plenty of satin. I don't know how to photograph it to show you, but there's the long train (lace cut outs) part, and it continues around to a shorter side (that faced into the back of my dress) and attached to the back of my dress. See?
So, I called her in, and proceeded with extreme caution...
"Honey? First I need you to know that the most important thing to me is that you are happy. I'm not sad to cut my dress for you, so please don't worry that it makes me sad to cut my wedding dress. Someday, you'll be a grown-up, and you'll get married, and I think that you will want your very own dress. But, maybe you might want to use part of my dress for yours. If you don't that's okay, too. Maybe you'll want to buy your dress in a store. We don't know what will happen, because it's very far away, right?" (I emphasized the "very far" part!) "Number 1 is that you are happy. And I am not sad. Got it?" Head nod. Ok, proceed... oops. The phone starts ringing. I go answer it, which takes a few minutes, and when I return she ahs questions. "Where did you get your dress?" "It's so pretty..." "Was it expensive?" "You were so lucky to have such nice dress, Mom..." Wow. How did I get so lucky to have such an awesome kid? I answer her questions, and can see the wheels turning. She likes the fabric, the lace, the pearl beads...
"Ok, we have 3 options. Are you ready?
Option 1: We don't cut any part of the dress or the train. We put it away and someday when you get married, maybe we'll use it, and maybe we won't. But we'll make your Communion dress out of some other fabric."
"Option 2: We don't cut the dress, but we use the train instead. See? There's lots of fabric. So much fabric, I could cover you from head to toe... twice."
|She's under there. Promise.|
|The underside of the train, where I'll cut most of her dress from.|