Mother of the Bride? Don’t be a Momzilla!
Some tips on navigating your daughter’s big day.
My daughter got married three weeks ago. My face still hurts from smiling so much.
Friends told me that the day would be special, maybe even one of the best of my life. Whether I believed them or not, sharing in the wedding of one of your children is undoubtedly one of those experiences that can’t be understood until you’ve actually been there.
Now that I have, I know my friends were right. Not only was it hands-down one of the most magical days I can ever remember, but the joy I felt in seeing her smile as she walked down that aisle, arm-in-arm with my husband as she approached the man she loves, can only be compared to how I felt when they placed her across my chest seconds after she’d been born.
Not everyone has a good relationship with their children. I know I’m blessed that my daughter and I get along so well. Even though she lives 400 miles away, I participated in planning a wedding in our hometown where I still live.
I weighed in when she needed an opinion. Stepped up when she needed something done locally that she couldn’t accomplish from out of town. And backed off when she wanted to do things her way with zero input or interference from me.
