Honestly, the first title I thought of was "Another One Bites the Dust", but somehow that did not properly reflect the love and respect you have for your child on their wedding day. But in reality.... five down and two to go!
So yes, another child was married this past weekend. Calvin and Pretty, Pretty Princess (P3) were united. (How appropriate, when I realized my dress was Calvin Klein! - get it - Calvin?!) There is a tradition at wedding receptions of doing Father/Daughter dances and Mother/Son dances. The Father/Daughter dance usually evokes an "Aww" from guests. It is usually a sweet song about daddies and their little girls and the special love they share. I was jealous of my husband for having that dance!
What I didn't realize was that sons have a way of getting straight to their mother's heart when they select the song that they will dance to with their mother. For me, it has become a moment when I clearly see who I am and what I mean to my sons. The smiles and tears that the song produces wipes away years of frustration, illnesses, discipline, spankings, and reminds you of the laughter and smiles and hugs and love. The first to marry and do this to me, was Superson. He picked my favorite song by Barry Manilow, "I Am Your Child." He nailed it! As I looked at the rest of my children while dancing with him, I saw years of happiness and love. I am sure that what they were thinking was, "How do I top that?" The second son to marry was Pook. As difficult as it was, he nailed it too. He selected the song that his father and I sung to him every night just to get him to sleep "Sweet Baby James" We sang to each other as we danced and again, tears of love and laughter welled up in my eyes.
Well, as I said, this past weekend it Calvin was married to his love. I honestly did not know what song he would select. There is sometimes a little disconnect between us and not many words. He tends to hide his feelings. As the title of the blog suggests, he chose "The Wind Beneath My Wings." I truly had no idea that he felt this way. Moms, please take a moment to listen to this old classic. Really listen to the words, even if you have a little baby in your arms. Remember those words as your little boy grows up. Remember them when he frustrates you beyond words (And believe me it happens and you will sound like a blithering idiot when you cannot complete a full sentence). Remember the words to the song when your child is up all night sick. Remember them when you hold him as he cries because he didn't win the race or make the varsity team. Remember them every minute of your son's life.
Remember that even though he may never say those words to you, he carries them in his heart just as you do. I have always thought that my children, a beautiful and precious gift from God, were the wind beneath my wings. They kept me going when times got tough and refilled my heart daily with so much love I thought my heart would burst! If you have any doubts ever, play that song. Play "I am Your Child" and "Sweet Baby James". If you didn't understand before you will understand after listening.
May God bless all of you, but today especially our children who have chosen their loves and have begun a life together with God's blessing where they can hold each other up in good times and bad and hopefully enjoy the moments I have had the blessing to enjoy.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!