My eldest daughter Glenna just called to discuss the latest in her wedding details. She ended our conversation by advising that I start the wedding diet. Three months to go and I’m still figuring out what to wear.
Like many first time mothers-of-the bride (MOB) or groom (MOG), I am discovering that this joyous life passage can be emotionally complex. Many of us remember when we were the ingénue bride, and then the ingénue mom upon the birth of our first child, who is now catapulting us into what may be soon our next incarnation—we hope—as “grandmother.” Talk about having to reassess our self-image.