I Struggled With What I Would Say at My Son’s Wedding
And then my friend asked me a question that captured love
I’m sitting in my friend’s apartment. A few of us are chatting. I’m supposed to say something at my son’s rehearsal dinner. I’m struggling to find the words.
“It’s almost too much love,” I say. “How do you put that into words?”
“What do you think of when you think of your son?” asks my friend.
I don’t have to think before I answer her.
“I was young when I lost my mother,” I say. “My brother and sisters used to tell me that they thought I was having a harder time because in between the grief, they had the joy of their babies.”
My friends listen.
“Two years later, I had this beautiful baby. My mom may have been gone but now I had the reciprocal. This gorgeous baby who called me mom. Love was restored. Everything made sense again. Everything was beautiful again.”
And it was.
I didn’t remember what made me laugh before. I didn’t remember what made me smile.I didn’t remember what made me happy. Because this beautiful baby accelerated my life.
He made everything lovelier.
