THEN: A Bridesmaid NOW: Mother of the Bride

Then:  A Bridesmaid

Now:  Mother of the Bride

Aunt of Bride        Grandma of Bride          Mom of Bride

I can’t tell you how many times I was a bridesmaid.  Or how many times I stood in front of a mirror in one of those chiffon dresses hearing the bride exclaim that all of us bridesmaids looked just lovely in the same dress.  One that we knew couldn’t and didn’t look good on all of us.  Some of them didn’t look good on any of us.

And then there was the cost of all these dresses.  The bride always said that we could wear the dress again.   I even said it myself when it was finally my time to be the bride.  I assured my bridesmaids that, yes, they would definitely wear that Rhoda-type head scarf again.

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What was I thinking?  Obviously, not much.   Not one of those dresses ever saw the light of day or the twinkle of a starry night again.

Ironically enough, though, my daughter did wear my wedding dress (it was purple, not white) to a Fall Formal.  But that’s another story.

The thing is, we expect to be bridesmaids more than once in our lives.   And to layout the money in order to walk down the aisle with a good friend.  But we don’t expect to be the “mother of the bride” again, not if we only have one daughter.   In that case, we hope for one wedding.   One reception.  One “mother-of-the-bride” dress.   Because let me tell you, shopping for that dress isn’t easy.

Not only do we want to look good, but face it.  We want to look better than the mother of the groom.   Who I’m sure wants to look better than the mother of the bride.  It’s just the way we women are.

So, I walked in and out of dressing rooms, trying on clothes that fit the body that I wished I had.   Such as breasts that actually formed a cleavage.   Arms that didn’t jiggle like jelly.  Feet that could still wear a decent pair of heels.   After many hours, I found  a dress that accentuated the good parts of my middle-aged body.

This wedding took place on the beach in Maui as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean.  It was a beautiful affair and even better, I have worn this dress again.

I just hope I never wear the label “Mother Of The Bride” again.  At least, not in this life.   And so far, it’s looking pretty good.