Bossy Mom of Groom
A year and a half ago, I got good at speaking up for myself. I had the cancer excuse, which allowed me to put myself first sometimes.
In this photo at Chali and Scott's wedding, I look a little bossy/sassy... the way I'm hanging onto that boy of mine. (That's really just how the photographer posed me.) I kind of wish I'd been a bossier mom at that moment and made a few photo suggestions. But I was enjoying the moment.
When recently looking through photos from the past, it made me wish I'd learned long ago to hand the camera over, now and then.
When working on a photo project for the wedding, I had a hard time coming up with any pictures of me with Little Scott. I was usually the one snapping the photos.
With the Parents
The day before the wedding, I did manage to grab a moment and get Scott to pose with Don and me in a photo. It was after the rehearsal and there was lots of photo snapping. Don and I had to rush off to prep for the dinner, but at least we got this fun one.
On wedding day, the time flew by faster. When all was over, I realized I'd never gotten a photo of myself with Scott. The photographers were obviously snapping away, doing their jobs.
But besides the family poses and the Mother/Son dance, I don't recall a moment when Scott and I were near each other. If only I'd thought it through before, I would have been a bossy Mom-of-Groom and dashed up to him at some point. I could have grabbed someone and asked, "Hey! Would you take a pic of us and text it to me!" So simple. Why didn't I?
So if that's my biggest complaint after a spectacular wedding weekend, then I'm one lucky mom! 13 months ago, I would have been delighted if I'd had a glimpse of the future, so I could know how beautiful the special day would be.
It's funny to think back to the warm October day in 2016, when we arrived at Vista West Ranch. The four of us were hot and weary after 2 days of wedding venue shopping. I had recently completed chemo, but was still dragging. My wig was itchy and it was hard to imagine playing a mother-of-the groom role in a year. I snapped a photo of Scott and Chali by the rusty car, before we left. During the drive home I sat in back and patted Lola and wondered about the year ahead.
Now a year has passed and the wedding is behind us. Both Chali and Scott made my role of Mom of Groom a wonderful experience. Now I have one more title to add to my collection. Like being a parent or even a cancer survivor, I can now hand out advice. When my friends approach the marriages of their kids, I'll have this to say...
"Don't be bossy, but do pleasantly insist if there's something special you want!" Of course it helps to know what that might be, BEFORE the wedding. But now at least I do know. I can take my own advice in 4 months when I'm Mom of the Bride. I'll make sure to grab a moment in all the busy-ness, to get a couple special photos.
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast CANCER and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. This time it was the invasion of COVID and it affected every person. I ranted for a year, until I got my COVID vaccine in March 2021.
CORONARY Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was my hubby Don, who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!
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