Tuesday, August 3, 2010

And so it begins. . .

I have officially entered a new epoch of my life:  I am a mother of the bride.

What do those words evoke in your mind?  Do you see a woman with gray hair dressed in a matronly formal gown, nodding in graceful benevolence as her daughter marches down the aisle?    With no offense intended to those worthy matrons, that is NOT me.  And come to think of it, that wasn't my mom either, at my wedding or even twelve years later at my sister's wedding.  And I think about my wonderful Auntie who runs her daughters' weddings like well-oiled machines--no one would dare call her matronly.  She is the antithesis of that image!

I am going to be a totally new kind of MOB.  I am going to be the hippest, coolest MOB around.  No long drapey gowns for me.  I intend to look good and dance the night away when we finally get to the big night.

But to be completely truthful, this is a new role I've got to figure out.  I know how to be the mommy of babies, toddlers, young kids and teenagers.  I've even got the college kid thing down pretty well.  But MOB?  I guess I can only say, paraphrasing the immortal words of Frank Sinatra. . .

I'm gonna do it my way.

1 comment:

  1. You ARE the coolest MOB whom I know. Love ya!

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