As I began growing up, I would start putting myself in the bride’s shoes. What would my wedding be like? Who would I marry? Who would my bridesmaids be? What would my dress look like?
After I myself got married, I would go to weddings and reflect on my own marriage. I knew what it meant to be married. I would think about my husband. I would remember the feeling of being the bride. I would think about how excited the bride must be. How nervous. Unsure of what the future would hold as her role would change to wife instead of girlfriend.
This week, that all changed. This week, I realized that I am relating less to the bride, and more to someone else.
This week, I was at a wedding and I watched the family being escorted in. It was the typical walk in—the sweet great-grandparents, followed by grandparents, siblings, and then boom– the mother of the bride walked in.
I thought to myself “Oh she looks gorgeous! I wonder if the grooms or brides moms stress over their diet, hair, nails, and dress before their child’s wedding…” Then it hit me. I got the chills. One day I will be that mom. I will be the mom watching as her son gets married. I will be the one giving his heart to another woman.
I will be the one spending hours praying over my son’s wedding. I will be the one who hopes the bride will involve me. Hoping that I get to be there to watch her pick a dress. Watch her take bridal pictures. Help decorate. That young bride will be the girl I have prayed for, for years and years.
Someday it will be my time to be that mom.
And I feel that time closing in on me. I know it is still years away. But years turn to months, which turn to weeks, which turn to days, to hours, to minutes. It will be here before I know it.
I’ve never put much thought into it. I knew that the moms spend time on the wedding, but now I’m realizing that the moms spend years on the marriage itself. They spend years pouring their love, kindness, discipline, into that future bride or groom. Years are spent investing into their child’s future marriage.
And I realized as I watched that mom walk down the aisle this week that much more goes into preparing for your child’s wedding than just hair, nails, makeup, dresses and diets. I am preparing my child right now. My husband and I are raising him to be a husband, friend, servant, lover and more.
So while my time to be that mom may seem distant, I know that what I am doing right now will have a lasting impact on who my son will become when it is his turn to walk the aisle.