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The Northwestern Mutual, May 1944
Last evening your mother and I watched you go off to your first dance with Jim. You wore a new party dress and gardenias, and there was something glittery, like stars, in your hair. But what I noticed most were the stars in your eyes.
We didn't say much after you left. Just: ''I hope she has good time'', and ''Looks pretty, doesn't she?'' But I knew we were thinking the same thoughts...how re-living your dreams through your children is something extra you hadn't counted on, a kind of second youth, only tempered by a deeper understanding.
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The Northwestern Mutual, May 1944
Last evening your mother and I watched you go off to your first dance with Jim. You wore a new party dress and gardenias, and there was something glittery, like stars, in your hair. But what I noticed most were the stars in your eyes.
We didn't say much after you left. Just: ''I hope she has good time'', and ''Looks pretty, doesn't she?'' But I knew we were thinking the same thoughts...how re-living your dreams through your children is something extra you hadn't counted on, a kind of second youth, only tempered by a deeper understanding.
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