|Congratulations and so much love|
for the happy couple!
We celebrated the wedding of my niece, one of only two nieces in the family, and I couldn't help but consider that someday, I would likely be the mother of the bride. And I'm not ready for that someday to come.
|Niece and nephew, once|
upon a long time ago.
|Niece and nephew, all grown up|
I look at my niece and her brother and see so many similarities between them and my own kids. Right around two years apart, first the big brother and then the little sister. Good friends to each other while growing up, a tight pair who fought like cats and dogs and loved one another like only brother and sister can.
These kids—they're not so much kids anymore. They are grown, married, having their own kids and paying their own mortgages. Before I knew it, I blinked and they had grown up. In between visits back to Wisconsin, every year it would be another milestone reached and suddenly, there they are, fully-formed adults. How could that have happened when I still feel like a kid?
|My own kids, once upon a |
long time ago.
And then my own kids were born, first the big brother and then the little sister. They love each other fiercely and fight like cats and dogs.
I know that I'm going to blink and my kids will suddenly be reaching all of those milestones too.
I'll be the mother of the bride, trying to simultaneously stay out of the way and participate as much as possible.
|Brother and sister, on their way to |
I'll be looking wistfully at these little kids who suddenly, long before I was ready for it, turned into adults.
And I'll be all the things: proud, sad, happy, wistful, filled with regret and inspiration. I'll second-guess every conversation. I'll want to take back every time I ever wanted them out of my hair and I'll pray they stay close to me while at the same time spreading their wings.
I'll blink and it'll be here.