A very quick M.O.B. update:
144 Days to go until the big day… so far we’ve got a lot of things going on, and moving parts that are well, moving … and I have NO idea how I can best help sometimes. I will be putting together the centerpieces though, the day-of, I’m excited AND terrified (for those of you who personally know me… we’ll see how that turns out) I’m hoping I wake up that morning, with some crazy florist-like skills that I’ve never had.
Bridal Shower is coordinated. I’m very excited to be doing that with my sister, and by “doing that” I mean standing back and letting my sister handle the details, she’s amazing at that stuff… me? not so much. Because my daughter and her groom are choosing a very intimate wedding, that they are paying for (yes, I don’t pay for weddings… I pay for education… don’t you judge me) it would be inappropriate for me to invite my friends; however, for the shower, I’m happy to celebrate with all the women that my sister and I value and hold dear.
I got my dress… the official Mother-of-the-Bride dress. It says so on the label, just kidding. I’m very excited! I also got the spanx required for said dress, because momma ain’t as young as I once was.
All in all, the train is a chuggin’ along. I imagine once the summer is over, we will be in a flurry of activity and I again, will have NO CLUE as to what to do.
On another note… as some of you may know, my husband and I have a blended brew in regards to children. I brought 3 to the party, and he brought 1. Well, our 2nd oldest, his 1, is also engaged!!! I really like his betrothed, I think she’s very good for him, so I’m praying for them to continue to grow and strengthen their relationship. They are planning their nuptials for 2022, and in that scenario, I won’t technically be a mother of the groom (MOG), I’m the step-mother of the groom (SMOG), I REALLY don’t like the way that sounds… SMOG… are you kidding me?
{side bar: did you ever realize that in fairytales the step-mom’s are usually the villains? Where’s cancel culture there; why aren’t they trying to right that wrong?}
Any whoo… I’ll be whatever he and she need me to be/ want me to be. Honestly, I’ll be grateful to be invited. It’s very strange to be a step-parent, you know? Like for the big stuff. My husband and I talk about it all the time, especially, what our kid’s kids will call us. Abuela? Abuelo? Probably none of my grandchildren will speak Spanish, so will I be grandma, and Chris be grandpa? No clue. But that’s what these big moments make us ponder. We pray that God continue to bless our family, and grow it into a beautiful tapestry of humans… but I better still be abuela… that’s all I’m saying.
November 2021 will be here before I know it, and next up on the “to-do” list for me is, controlling my food intake while on vacation so that my brand new spanx don’t explode.