“You’ll be next,” says the grandmother of the 20-year-old groom to my husband and I. Of course, my husband is so witty, he quickly gestures to the two of us and remarks, “We’re already married.” (Bah- dum!)
When she sees her sons dressed to the nines in tuxedos and standing at the altar with their friend, what’s a mom to do? Well, feel pretty proud of her offspring, for one thing. Then the memories start to flow. It doesn’t help that my husband has been converting our old VHS tapes to DVD recently.
These boys were toddlers together. We had a special Mother’s of Young Children Bible study group and all of them played together while we moms studied our Bibles. Trips to the zoo and other places ensued. Now, they’re old enough to get married.
Okay, let me rephrase that. The first one got married. At 20, I think they’re pretty young, but they’re crazy in love and dedicated to the Lord. I pray it will work out. Recently, someone I love very much reminded me that I got married at 21 (but my husband was older and a college graduate). I know. This sounds like another case of parent justification when their kids want to follow in the footsteps we DON’T want them to follow.
My oldest son has had the same girlfriend for a year and a half and I wouldn’t be that surprised to hear they wanted to get married. We love her, but I think they should finish college and get jobs before they think about taking that next step.
The bottom line: our son could be the next one in his peer group to get married. I pray that when he does it will be to the right person for a lifetime. (Notice I didn’t say “if.” I’m sure both of my sons will get married someday – hopefully a few years from now.)