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When Did I Become A MOG?

Okay. So I’m thrilled and excited that our oldest son, Andrew, is getting married this spring to a wonderful, beautiful young woman who adores him. Isn’t that what every mother wants for their boys? Well, sure! They can’t be just ours forever. And, hey; it’s not about me anyway.

But since shopping for a dress for the upcoming nuptials, I’ve suddenly become a “Mother of the Groom.” What the world?!? How can this be? Can I be a MOG when inside I’m still their age? I look at the dresses on the racks and online. I love all the shape-hugging, flirty, shoulder-baring designs with their wavy hemlines and soft-as-a-cloud material that pass the ‘twirl’ test. And the shoes! Every color, every style, leg-flattering and strappy — why, I remember wearing those shoes many years ago! How many years? Well, just enough to allow me to believe, somewhere in the deep recesses of my aging mind, that I could still look darn good in them.

Wouldn’t you think, in the world of high fashion (or at least expensive-for-me fashion), that vanity sizing would have found its niche? Me, too. I found so many beautiful dresses to try on, grabbing 8’s and 10’s (though surely 10’s would be too big) in beautiful shades of pastels named “sage green,” “persimmon,” “ice pink,” and “buttercup.” This would be a piece of cake.

And I came prepared. I wore easy-on, easy-off clothing. I had on nylons with belly-hugging spandex. I wore a strapless beige bra. What fun!! Catching sight of my pale pink, half-naked body in the wall-sized mirror only made me throw the dresses on faster. Trying to reach around my back to pull up zippers seemed harder than normal — until I realized with embarrassing horror that it wasn’t the zipper. It was the start of BACK CLEAVAGE!!! That zipper wasn’t going anywhere!

Peeling off the size 8, I grabbed a size 10 to try to gain back what little self-esteem I still had. What the — where are the straps? Are these STAYS in the bodice? Do they expect us to BREATHE with these things pressing against our ribs? What twisted male designer decided we women yearned once more for the 14th century? And when would this start to be fun? As I watched my daughter in the next dressing room model dress after dress, style after style, I turned back to that wicked, dreadful mirror reflecting lousy lighting and wondered where had all my curves gone? Where was my glowing skin? My perky breasts? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED???

So, yeah. That was the beginning of a slow and rude awakening. I might feel 25 inside. My mind still knows what it feels like to slide something over my head and have it fall around me and fit like it was made for me, the silky material glancing against my legs. I remember twirling with my arms outstretched, in strappy heels, peeking in the mirror over my shoulder as I’d spin, looking like a ballerina and feeling beautiful. Beautiful!

I guess I had my time. I guess now it’s their turn. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. Thankfully they make dresses for MOGs like me who aren’t quite ready to give it up completely. There are some lovely, elegant gowns out there, beaded and silky, more suited to my age and in shades that won’t make me disappear. Maybe next time I’ll take my mom, or maybe my older sister. I’ll find it. I’ll make it work. It’s not about me, anyway. It’s about my son and his fiancé; about them starting their lives together.

But now I know for sure: Youth is definitely wasted on the young.

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Quotes I Love

  • A perfect parent is a person with excellent child-rearing theories and no actual children. ~ Dave Barry
  • There’s nothing so tragic as seeing a family pulled apart by something as simple as a pack of wolves. ~ Jack Handey
  • To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. ~ Unknown
  • Beware of running with scissors and other pointy objects. It’s all good fun until someone loses an eye. ~ Jack Handey
  • Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels. ~ Faith Whittlesey
  • The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend. ~ George Santayana
  • For two people in a marriage to live together day after day is unquestionably the one miracle the Vatican has overlooked. ~ Bill Cosby
  • Laughter rises out of tragedy, when you need it the most, and rewards you for your courage. ~ Erma Bombeck
  • It takes a village to raise a child. ~ Unknown
  • Suppose you were an idiot; and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself. ~ Mark Twain
  • People will forget what you say. People will forget what you do. But people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ Unknown
  • It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. ~ Mark Twain
  • My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk until I faint. ~ Erma Bombeck
  • If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning. ~Catherine Aird
  • The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them. ~Mark Twain
  • Life is difficult. This is a great truth; one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult – once we truly understand and accept it – then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters. ~ M Scott Peck
  • Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~Unknown
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    Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!!!

    Here’s my Cali — an unoriginal name for a very original cat, at least IMHO. When she chooses to, she’ll avail herself of the kitty bed I knit up for her. She found us when we moved into our house over 14 years ago. She was just a kitten, probably 5 or 6 weeks old, looking for some food in all the boxes in our garage. It was love at first sight, and she’s been with us ever since. She’s very independent (natch’), and will take any attention she can get, as long as it’s on her terms. She absolutely HATES anything else with four legs. We had a small dog for awhile, and she tolerated her with disdain. My mom has a long-haired calico kitten who comes to visit occasionally, but Cali thinks she’s a complete and total idiot. Bertie Kitty will tease her, sneak up on her, follow her around, and poor Cali has to hiss and swat at her to tell her to “back off!”

    Then Cali will turn to me with a look of complete disgust, as if to say, “What’s the matter with you, woman? Why would you let this thing in my house?” Once little Bertie gets the snot kicked out of her, she finally gets herself worn out enough to take a little ‘cat nap.’