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?
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.