Goddesses in the Dust: Brides, Mothers and Holy Chutzpah
She stood by my side at my wedding
as I stood by my daughter's...
As the music cued up to walk her down the aisle, I didn't know if I could hold back the tears. I knew such tears would be shed for how fast childhood goes by, for my parents and mother in law not present for an event they would have been overjoyed to attend.
But I knew that I would feel pride and a deep, profound happiness. Weddings are not only a celebration of the couple, they are a celebration of an entire family and friends coming together. They are a celebration of life itself. So right before we walked our girl down the aisle, my husband and I sniffling, she suddenly said to both of us, "Look, look!!!" With a huge smile on her face, she did an impromptu raise the roof motion with her arms, along with a shimmy dance move, her beautiful dress swaying with the motion. Through the tears, I laughed, my husband laughed, and we marched her through that door.
And for the rest of the night we alternated, laughing, shedding a few more tears, and dancing till we dropped....remembering a night long ago when we were hoisted in the air for our own chair dance
What holy chutzpah we humans have, indeed......