Mother in the Land of Groomdom
My son recently married his perfect match and I thought I’d share a few thoughts on being the mother-of-the-groom. People often say the mother-of-the-groom isn’t involved or have much to do in preparation, but I’m thankful I was included from the beginning. My first experience was when son asked me to help him find the perfect ring. I was touched and happy he wanted me by his side.
My second experience was being asked to look at venues for the event. Both myself and the bride’s Mom accompanied our babies as they decided where their special day would be held; our opinions mattered. My third experience was being asked to share in the joy of bridal dress shopping, as my future daughter-in-law found the most beautiful bridal gown and veil. It was a heartfelt day of celebration, as she looked stunning in every gown, but sparkled most in the one meant for her.
We dined at places to have the rehearsal dinner, as we ordered different and potential selections for the celebration. We tasted the beer, wine and talked about possible bride and groom specialty drinks. Together we viewed pictures for the slide show presentation, tied finishing touches on the small gifts they would present to their guests, and filled little bags of personalized candies.
With the day approaching fast, my son and I talked about the song we would dance together. I listened to many, as tears rolled down my cheeks; not out of sadness rather out of remembering the past and hope for the future. He had asked me to pick my top three and then would decide the one that meant the most.
Once the song was selected, we had talked about practicing our dance, but time slipped away and finally two days prior to the wedding were able to dance our song together a few times. We rehearsed a few moves; three to be exact…HAHA. We had a contingency plan if all failed. No matter the outcome, I was confident we would make the most of it.
Probably, the moment that meant the most to me was when my son and future daughter-in-law invited me over for dinner and last minute preparations. I was a bit surprised when there was hardly anything to do, then my son led me to the garage, pulled up a chair for each of us and handed me his written vows. As I read, he was thoughtful and his words had so much meaning. I held back tears to ensure I understood every declaration. As I finished, I looked up at him, smiled and softly uttered, “Andrew, I wouldn’t change a single word.” His vows were personal, sweet; an outpouring of love for his future bride and their lives together; past, present and future.
Together, the two of them included me to be a part of their celebration; with many firsts to share along their journey. I’m thankful for being a significant part and a welcomed Mother in the Land of Groomdom. I’m blessed and grateful beyond words……thank you, Andrew and Crystal for making it special.
xoxox…..Mom