Category Archives: Mother of the Bride

Our only daughter’s wedding is scheduled for September 17 in Nashville. Hence, my short-term status as “Mother of the Bride”.

Yeah! We have a dress!

Yeah! We have a dress!

"Mother of the Bride" Bride at age 4

September 2011 bride

Well, we don’t actually HAVE the dress.  But it is ordered.  We went back to the bridal shop this morning.  She put the dress on again (just to make sure!) and we fell in love with it all over again.  She looked so pretty and radiant in her dress.  So measurements were taken, order completed (she now has an “event folder” at the shop), debit card presented.

Then we went shopping for me at Coldwater Creek.  Not for my dress for the wedding (you know, the OTHER important dress of the day) but just for fun clothes.  Amy is trying to stretch my comfort zone.  She can tell you that I don’t stretch very far, but bless her heart, she keeps trying.  I’m pretty sure that I tried on as many pieces of clothing as she did yesterday.  In fact, one time when I was trying to get out of yet another change, she ribbed me about my thinking  it was fun when she was trying on dresses yesterday.  Please!  You can’t compare trying to update Mom’s style to the bride selecting HER wedding dress.

Daughters can be so silly.

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Shopping for the Wedding Dress

Shopping for the Wedding Dress

This has been a fantastic day.  Amy and I started with a manicure and pedicure this morning.  Then we met her friend Sarae at a wedding dress “shop”.  The young gal helping us (and I do mean young) was very sweet.  But thank goodness Sarae was with us because she and Amy have shopped enough together that she knew Amy’s style and what would and wouldn’t work for her.  So Courtney got Amy started with a couple of dresses and Sarae and I started combing the racks and racks of beautiful gowns.

There were some that were easy to discard once Amy put them on.  There were some that were “hmmm, maybe.”  There was one that Amy immediately said, “It’s a pretty dress and I’m sure that it’s someone’s wedding dress, just not mine.”  There were some that were very pretty but too formal for the woodsy setting where the wedding will be.  And then there was one that made Sarae and I go, “Wow!”  And Amy took in a deep breath and smiled and said, “Oh!”  And I could see in her eyes that she realized that this one was special.  I was very surprised because it wasn’t one that I really thought would be her pick, but when it was on her, I could immediately envision her walking through the trees to meet Nate in front of their family and friends.  And I was already thinking, “Hmmm, how are we going to keep that train clean from her walk down the ‘aisle’?”  And I could see her dancing that first special dance with Nate as husband and wife.  And I could see her having a fun evening with all their guests.

She did try on a couple more.  And we even went to another store.  All they did was convince her that she had probably already found “her” wedding dress.  But there were a couple of questions that she had, so we went back to the first store. Amy put the dress back on.   The very young Courtney was able to show her a couple of things that would work to answer her questions.  She took off the dress and hung it back up and asked what their hours are tomorrow.  After she sleeps on it, I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t select that dress.  She could change her mind, but it would have to be a very special dress to be more “Amy’s dress”.

I’m not going to let out any secrets about the dress.  The shop wouldn’t let us take pictures, which has already disappointed her Aunt Linda.  But that’s OK.  One of the thrills of the wedding is seeing the bride in her dress for the very first time.  Of course, anymore, many of the pictures are taken before the ceremony so it’s not quite the surprise for the groom as it use to be when he first laid eyes on his bride walking down the aisle.

But rest assured, Amy will still be a beauty in the dress that she has chosen to be joined with Nate in marriage.  And there will still be many “ooohs” and “aaahs” as she comes down the aisle, even if that aisle is through the trees.  And her Dad will be proudly walking her down that aisle.  And her Mother will tear up to see her baby girl taking those steps.

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Google Docs

Google Docs

Since my daughter (the Bride) and I (the Mother of the Bride) are a 14-hour drive apart, she started tracking her search for wedding venue, caterer, photographer, decorations on Google documents that she and I can both access and update. And it has really been a super tool. She doesn’t have to send me information via email, then wait for my reply. We don’t have to spend tons of time on the phone talking through possibilities of a caterer, although we have chatted online quite a bit. And tracking down all the family addresses, etc! (On the Ragan side of the family, we had 2 weddings last summer, so our list was in pretty good shape. But getting it all from the Burr side has been a little more interesting. And they mostly live within 30 miles of each other. Whereas the Ragans last year were spread across the US and over to Mongolia, seriously. One of the nephews was even swimming off a Navy sub for fun in the Indian ocean. This year, we are all back on US soil, even if that soil is in Hawaii. But the Ragans tend to be a little more tech-savvy overall. Even Grandma uses email and Facebook.)

And, seriously, Amy has been involved in a lot more weddings than I have. So it’s not even a matter of her needing my input. But it’s fun to watch it evolve and put in my 2-cents worth when I can.

But if there is anything that you collaborate with others on whether personally or professionally, Google docs is a great tool. Give it a try.

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The Dress

The Dress

Ah, the importance of the dress at your daughter’s wedding. No, I’m not talking HER dress. That’s a topic for future discussion, in a little less than a month, to be exact. I’m talking about my dress — you know, for the Mother of the Bride!

I did a little research about “mother of the bride” apparel. And it seems that a lot of mothers stew about it, even up until the day before the wedding. I read about one “mother of the bride” who had bought 5 dresses because she couldn’t make up her mind. As much as I hate to shop, especially for clothes, I can’t imagine that I’ll be buying in multiples for the event.

My dilemma will be narrowed a tad bit when Amy selects her dress. The fact that it’s an outdoor wedding in Nashville in a woodsy setting will narrow things down some more. My arms are too un-(a lot of things) to go sleeveless. I thought I’d check some of the family’s past fashions at weddings.

Mothers at my parents' wedding

Mothers at my wedding


My parents were married at my grandparent’s home on the farm in 1948. Dress was Sunday best. I was married in a small church about 30 miles from there in 1969. My mother wore pink and my mother-in-law wore blue. Notice that both mothers wore hats.

Any advice from those of you have been through your daughter’s wedding? Any advice from those of you have recently – or not so recently – been brides?

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I am now officially the “Mother of the Bride”

I am now officially the “Mother of the Bride”

Daughter of the Mother of the Bride

Amy

My only daughter, Amy, called 2 weeks ago (almost 3 weeks now) to say that she and Nate are engaged.  This was not a surprise.  She and Nate have been dating for a little over 18 months.  Nate is the only person about whom I have received the phone call, “Mom, there’s someone that I think you should meet.”

And I was in Nashville the following weekend.  (In my defense, she knew that I would be there asap after receiving the call, so it’s not like I was intruding, at least as far as Amy was concerned.)

Amy is 32, my second child.  She has lived on her own for several years.  She has owned a house in Nashville for several years.  Her jobs have been varied, but usually centering around marketing.  She can tend to be a little bossy.  She would like to see herself as the carefree youngest child.  But since she is 6 years younger than her brother, she has as many only/oldest child tendencies as she does the youngest child.

And I love her dearly, with all my heart.  I can still remember needing to conceive her, carrying her for 10 days past the due date, the short delivery time, hearing her first feeble cries growing stronger, holding her for the first time.  I also remember watching her in her infant carrier, putting her beside the sink as I was washing dishes, and praying, “God, please don’t let me mess her up!”

Did I also mention that I REALLY, REALLY wanted her to be a girl.  This is not in any way a slight of my oldest child, my only son.  But there was something in me that REALLY wanted my 2nd child to be a girl.  People would say, “Oh, no, you just want your baby to be healthy.”  And I would always respond, “I want a healthy, intelligent baby girl.”  She was born in a place that didn’t follow the baby’s development with sonograms and it was way before 3-d picture portfolios.  So I didn’t have the option of knowing with certainty the gender of my 2nd child.  Our son said early on that “it” was a girl.  Not that he really wanted a baby sister or that it would be nice for his mother’s wishes to be granted.  He just said it with certainty, as if he had some insider knowledge.  And to this date, I’m very glad that she is a healthy, intelligent girl – woman.

I will be using this category in my blog, which I am currently totally revamping, to track the next 6 months as it relates to being the Mother of the Bride.  I will appreciate advice, ideas, warnings from others who have been Mother of  the Bride, whether recently or in years past.  A few thoughts from past brides about what they wish their mothers would have or have not done as Mother of the Bride would also be appreciated.

I want to “survive” the wedding with grace and the love of my daughter fully intact!

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