A long time ago a neighbor who had three daughters asked me why I had a cupboard full of dolls in my home’s entry way. You have two sons, she said, what’s up with the dolls? One answer was that some of the hard plastic beauties were wearing hand-sewn dresses made by my mother as she waited for me to be born. Another was that I simply loved dolls, as most women do. But when she asked me what I was going to do with them eventually, I didn’t have an answer for that one.
I was never sad that I didn’t have daughters. Having two sons in some ways was easier and it certainly was never boring. The boys shared sports equipment and clothes and we loved having hordes of boys over to the house with their high energy and zest for life. And you have all heard that saying that boys are more difficult to deal with when they are young, and much easier to deal with when they are older and that’s the truth. There’s a lot less drama
But after a wonderful wedding ceremony and reception this past weekend, I now have a daughter, the lovely girl my son married who shares my love of dolls and a whole lot more. And I couldn’t be happier.
Things are finally starting to settle down around here following the wedding last weekend of Dan and Blaire. Everything went beautifully. Blaire’s family could not have been more gracious or welcoming to us or our guests. Even the weather which produced inches of rain the day before as we drove from Pittsburgh, cleared up enough for the outdoor festivities to go smoothly at Blaire’s home near State College, PA.
Naturally, occasions like this stir up a lot of thoughts: How did my son get to be of marrying age? Wasn’t it only yesterday that he was home, thinking about flying jets instead of actually doing it? Where did all those years go and did we fill up every moment with excitement and love and fun?
As a later-in-life scrapbooker, I page through magazines full of examples of young women who are documenting their young children’s every move. Savor the small things, they write, Don’t Miss Anything. And I have to wonder if we did that, did everything we could to enjoy our sons as they grew up? I think -- hope -- we did, but maybe we should ask them.
We are so thankful for out friends and family members who came to share the day with us. When your child is getting married, it’s easy to get caught up in the event being So Big that you expect everyone to treat it that way, too. We were not disappointed.
And even though Dan and Blaire’s wonderful wedding day is over, and we are returning to everyday life, I hope we are blessed with many more years together. Whatever life holds, I will enjoy my two sons and -- now, my daughter.
By Teresa K. Flatley