The Contingency Plan.
Of course I am always very much aware of mom; I generally am listening to her every move through the baby monitors I have set up in the house, but there was much more on my mind that night. My thoughts bounced around like a super ball; my emotions were equally as volatile.
Although I was thrilled about my daughter’s wedding in a few hours, I was also a little melancholy about it. I kept picturing her as a baby; a little girl; a teenager; a beautiful young lady and today a bride. My mind was displaying images like a slide show; I couldn't shift my attention away from the memories. The visions of my daughter at various stages of her life warmed my heart; tears leaked from my eyes.
I think I may have mentioned once or twice that I am just a wee bit of a control freak; that day was no exception. I tend to get frustrated when people don’t instinctively know what I need and when I need it; I just expect people to see what needs to be done and do it. Boy that sounds a lot worse in writing than it did in my head; maybe I do need counseling so I can analyze those feelings, huh?
What was looking promising was the weather; it had been risky planning an outdoor affair this time of year in Colorado. With the sun shining brightly, my daughter and I arrived at the venue right at noon; by four thirty we were ready for show time.
I jumped when my phone rang; I panicked when I saw my sisters’ number register on the caller ID. “Never mind, I found it”, my sister said as I saw my car pull in. I looked to the sky and thanked The Lord for bringing my mother to the wedding; for helping her achieve at least this one goal.
My future son-in-law looked stunning in his tuxedo while he waited for his bride with obvious anticipation.
My other son-in-law (also very handsome) brought a smile to my face as I watched him entertain my grandson until it was time to send him down the aisle.
My son was charming and as good looking as ever; I couldn't be prouder of the young man he had become.
I had a lump in my throat as my husband walked our daughter down the aisle; He was handsome and confident as he gave our princess to her prince and he didn't step on the dress!
The venue really wasn't handicap accessible, but with concessions from the owner in regards to letting my sister park in a “no parking” zone where mom could see the happy couple from the car and fixing mom a plate before dinner was served so she could take her meds, it had worked out as well as we could have hoped. My mom was smiling almost as big as my daughter was; they both had accomplished great things that day; they had both reached a milestone.
My mother had accomplished the first of several goals she had set after falling ill the year before and for the first time in months felt like adding to her “bucket list”.
Even I had accomplished something some pretty astonishing feats; I had relaxed and enjoyed the evening; I had delegated without micro-managing; I had graciously accepted help without feeling guilty.