The topic of a spouse and a wedding has been high in conversation only because I realize how ill my mother is. I want her to see me at this monumental moment in my life. At times it can be annoying to have the consent questions but I am getting wittier with my responses.
While at my parents house one of those prescription commercials came on and it showed a daughter trying on wedding dresses while the Mom was nearby watching.
Mom says: You know what Barbie; I never got to pick out your wedding dress with you. You picked it out and didn’t even let me see it.
Barbie says nothing and rolls her eyes.
Mom says: And then I didn’t have a ride to the church. Your Dad drove everyone around and I was stuck at the house.
Barbie says nothing as steam begins to boil, all the while trying to keep her composure.
Mom says: I see you wearing a suite for your next wedding.
Barbie says in a nice but firm tone: Mom, first I have to find a guy that wants to get married. Then I can wear a fitted floor length dress. I do NOT want another big wedding. The last wedding was ALL for you and I do NOT want to do that again.
(Slight pause to wait for reaction.) In the silence Barbie continues, I want to be married on the beach.
This was a much easier conversation than expected. She seems more willing to step back and let me live my life. After all, it will be MY wedding and there isn’t even a groom yet.