Our guest bedroom is vacant again. For the past three weeks it was occupied by one of my daughter’s closest friends. She moved in upon a recommendation by her premarital counselor in order to mentally and physically focus on preparing for her wedding; to enter into the relationship with a pure and ready heart.
Her stay seemed like a mere blip on the radar to my husband and I. She left a note on our kitchen counter yesterday morning, however, that made us think it was much more than that to her. She wrote that her stay was “the best wedding gift she could have received.” I think it gave her a small island of calm amid the blustery last days before the big event. I hope so…a bridal retreat from the traditional countdown chaos doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Earlier this evening, my family and I sat as witnesses while she wed a young man from Germany she met during a high school exchange program several years ago. After we left the wedding, my husband and I ended the day by sitting together in our front yard, watching the cardinals find their final snacks before nightfall and listening to the tree frogs begin their songs. As the night sounds grew louder, my mind played over again a ritual I witnessed after the ceremony. The experience struck me on several levels.
Lamar is taking a break, so I have prepared a short thought for our Simple Sabbath post this morning. I sat down at my computer and the first thing I noticed on my desktop was two images; items my eldest daughter had picked out for her upcoming wedding. One is the cake topper. People don’t just use plastic molded standing brides and grooms for cake toppers any more. And the other is a little “accent” for the wedding – to be used at just the right time. I love it.
They are both secrets so I’ll just have to leave them here on my computer until they can be revealed during their wedding day. But thoughts about the wedding led to other thoughts…musings about life events.
Christmas will be here soon, my eldest daughter is deeply involved in planning for her upcoming wedding in March, we’re picking up a new “family member” today (a six week old Alaskan Malamute puppy), my younger daughter will be finishing her hair stylist program this summer and a friend of mine died last week. Births (I know, I’m using a puppy birth and the Christmas season for my example…), graduations, weddings and funerals. I’m 47 years old and I’ve been sitting through or experiencing all these occasions literally since my own birth in one way or another.
On the day you were born I looked down into your tiny pappoose face, your three inches of thick black hair pointing every direction possible within a 180 degree range, and thought about you on your wedding day. Who would you be? What would you look like? Who might you marry? How would you meet him? What would he see in you that would make him fall in love? What would make you know that he was the one?
I had these thoughts because your dad was holding you, and when I watched him get up to walk you around the hospital room, he and I had only been married for one year and nine months. We were still newlyweds ourselves. But we’ve recently celebrated our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and we have changed a great deal over that quarter-century. A friend used to say, “I’ve been married to seven different men during my lifetime, and all of them were the same person.” Well, I think your dad and I are at least on person number three or four in our own marriage.
However, you and he are on your first. So I thought I’d share in the best way I can my memories, thoughts, lessons and wisdom from our marriage for your upcoming life together. This is all I’ve got, sweetheart, except the fact that we’ll be there if you two need us along your own journey together.
Years one and two
At this present point in my life, all I can conjure up in my head from our first year together is that we did a lot of running around, said “We’re married!” quite a bit, wrote lots of thank you notes for the gifts we’re STILL using, and learned quite a bit about each other’s families. By the way, if you get a few things you could stand to go without, I recommend trading them in for one good set of culinary knives. You’ll use them every day.
I think we also had to work out the “self-imposed weirdness” regarding the unspoken assumption that we were having sex. Seriously, the first time we went to the lake with your Roberts’ grandparents and spent the night in one bedroom together, we couldn’t even look people in the face at breakfast the next morning. Not that anything happened; I feel quite certain I wore three extra layers of clothing during that trip and felt mortified that your dad’s family was walking around in their robes drinking coffee and reading the paper. We were shy, awkward, and probably were much more uncomfortable than anyone else at the cabin. So, perhaps the lesson from year one is: Enjoy the newly wed high, and work out the weirdness…as best you can. We’ve already talked about the essential premarital preparation, so I won’t harp on that. You’ve made your appointments, right?!
Years three through five
For us, these were our hardest years. Your father began working nights six months after we got married – stressor #1. I began a sales and marketing job with a good deal of travel-related requirements – stressor #2. We had you – blessing, but in reality the addition of children to a family are also stressors, #3. We internalized our feelings, didn’t communicate, began distancing from each other and really considered splitting up, results of stressors #s 1-3, plus we didn’t know how to handle conflict or much of what it took to manage distance and conflicting schedules – stressors #s…well, a whole bunch of them.But, our friends, our family, our leaders at work, and a therapist didn’t give up on us when we were giving up on ourselves.
So what’s the lesson from us to you for years 3-5? Use your support system, ask for help or get it if you need it, and when you find yourself turning inward – then that’s the key time to begin reaching out to each other.
Years six through fifteen
These were our regrouping years, our managing years, our family life years, and our time together where we really began to learn how to be a family. We got involved in your school, we had your sister, we downsized to a smaller house so I could spend more time with you and your sister (among other reasons)…in a sense, we started our second marriage. We began learning how to parent, how to co-parent, how to trust each other better and how to manage all the responsibilities that came with a young family. In other words, we were getting to the place that I wish we had been in years 3-5, but it just didn’t happen that way.
What’s the lesson here? Well, mostly it’s that if you begin a family, you will always be considering your actions, your goals and your decisions based upon not just you, or even the “us” in your marriage, but the “we” as an entire family. You may give a little more than you expected at this point in your life, but the entire family gains. We were worn out, broke, and sometimes at our wits’ end with parenting demands, but those were really, really good years.
Years fifteen through twenty
At some point in your family life, there will be a juncture where you don’t have to drag around baby paraphernalia, you’ll be able to sit down and eat entire dinners together as a family and enjoy the conversation with everyone there…you’ll be able to sit back and take a breath as a parent. This was during years 15-20 for us.
Wow, it took a great deal of energy to get there, but – wow again, it was such a good feeling to be able to allow you and your sister to: Go to your friends’ houses and spend the night, take a short vacation with just Mick and I, and allow you to drive to places we had always shuttled you to before this time. You became more autonomous, and we began enjoying that change.
The lesson? I hate to write this phrase because it has sort of been captured by the bullying community now, but it holds true in marriages as well… “it gets better.” When you pour your love, your energy and all you have together into child rearing, family development and professional development – eventually, it DOES get better. To have enough money to eat dinner out occasionally, to sit back and watch you and your sis go to prom and then to college – – what a rewarding and blessed time those years were for us!
Years twenty through twenty-five
I think of these years as the time where your dad and I got to shift a few resources from you and sis and begin redeveloping ourselves. Your father began to really enjoy golf again, he began to get tickets to sporting events and take a few trips with men from church. I went back to school and began really working at my career in a more in-depth way than before. I’ve worked on developing a few ideas I’ve always wanted to do. In other words, we got to help you begin your own journey, then begin enhancing our own.
The lesson of this time in our life? I think for one thing, you WILL be able to change your role as parenting/overseer to parent/mentor and encourager. You’ll be able to sit back and offer guidance to your children when they ask, but enjoy watching them manage their own lives as they can. You’ll be able to rediscover the desires of your own heart and take more than two or three-day vacations with your husband. And, you’ll be able to go to dinner with your children – oh, say – at a restaurant in south Oklahoma City, where they tell you, “Mams, Paps…we’re getting married.” And, you’ll be able to celebrate with them, because you’ll know they are as ready as they can be at this special time in their life.
Dear sweetheart – when you and your fiancée are in the middle of a stressful time somewhere in your future life, just let us or his parents know…and we’ll do our best to help you get through the wrinkle. The main point of this letter, though, is that you CAN. There will be struggles, you can get through them, and to have a husband you can grow with over the next twenty-five years and beyond…well, it’s a blessing that I could never had comprehended.
Your dad and I love you very much, sweetheart, and we love your chosen man too. May your first twenty-five years together be all you could hope, and may our Lord richly bless you and he over the next few months as you get ready to begin your life together.
My clinical supervisor once gave me some advice that plays over in my thoughts from time to time. She said, “You don’t really have to guess at what people are thinking. Usually, whatever comes out of their mouth is what is at the top of their mind. And context? Wherever they live and whatever they’re surrounded by are clear determining factors of what they’ll be bringing with them into the therapy office.”
I was thinking about this message last week because I was wondering why weddings have been occupying so much of my thinking lately. I didn’t have to wonder too long, however, because my supervisor was right. I’ve been attending weddings because it’s the summer “wedding season” of 2010 and I work at a university populated with students. These students are generally of the age to begin wedding hopes, dreams and plans…and also host or attend wedding ceremonies. Finally, my children are 18 and 23, which means THEIR friends are also thinking about and participating in weddings.
I’m immersed. Immersed in “dreamy-hopeful-lovey-cool-fun-startingoutonournewjourney” land. The upside of this immersion is having the chance to observe magical moments at each and every ceremony. This particular story is about magic. The magical power of a network of friends – focused, purposed and amazing.
And speaking of being immersed…I’ll begin the story by considering Nemo. “Finding Nemo” was a Disney masterpiece chock-full of important life lessons. The illustration I’d like to highlight is the “SWIM DOWN – KEEP SWIMMING!!” scene. Do you remember it? Nemo and Dory were almost home from Sidney when Dory was scooped up along with a massive school of fish into a fisherman’s net.
As the net began an upward ascent, pulled by a hydralic lift aboard the boat, the fish began to panic. That’s when the magic happened. Nemo and his father began spreading the message to all the fish to swim downward. It would only work if they ALL swam together. Here’s a visually rough clip of the scene. I get goosebumps when watching it. Take a look….
And, amazing things were accomplished by a powerfully cohesive and supportive group of friends at Ryan and Elissa’s wedding in Stillwater, OK – Fall of 2008. And ONLY because they planned together worked together. Here’s what I witnessed when attending this wedding of my nephew Ryan and his lovely bride, Elissa:
I walked into the church before it began and was met with a visual of thirty or so college aged attendees greeting each other, opening the doors for guests arriving, suggesting to those just arriving that they sign the guest book, walking through the sanctuary of the church and meeting and greeting those seated.
What I immediately noticed was a warm and inviting environment that seemed to be completely manged by the bride and groom’s peers. “Interesting,” I thought. “They all seem invested in this process, and genuinely engaged in helping the guests feel welcome.” I found my seat, said hello to my family and made my second observation:
The bride and groom’s friends were basically running the ceremony. Although they had the traditional pastor-types leading the ceremony, the fingerprints of the wedding party were everywhere. They sang and accompanied several songs, the groomsmen pulled out matching sunglasses on a particular cue, the bridesmaids walked as if they knew each other and didn’t miss a beat whenever the bride’s dress needed arranging or the flowers needed to be held. Hmm.
This group was synchronized like a well oiled support machine. My next observation?
After the ceremony, the entire wedding party had exited to music played by their group. As I stood up to leave the sanctuary something caught my eye. In a flash, the bridesmaids came back into the emptying auditorium and began to spread out. They had a purpose but I didn’t yet understand what they were doing. I watched with intrigue as they began to quickly pick up all the wedding flower decorations, speak with the groomsmen who were tearing down the musical equipment authoritatively, talk with each other about “who cleaned out the dressings rooms and did they do a final check on all the lights,” and other efficient and responsible dialogue.
What was UP with this group?? At other weddings I had witnessed planners and/or bride or groom relatives do this same kind of task. But THIS was entirely the wedding party. Before I could really process this modern-day “Elves and the Shoemaker” magic, the auditorium was spotless. The work was DONE. And…we all headed to the reception. What did I find there? I’m sure you can guess…
The groom’s friends DJ’d the party. The bride’s friends escorted her outside when she got hot, and responded to the groom’s request of a drink for his bride. The group danced with the groom’s grandfather, they danced together, and they danced with each other. And, every time I turned around, one of them was talking to another guest – engaged in a genuine conversation and getting to know someone they had only met that night.
HERE IS A SHOT OF THE BRIDE AND HER MOTHER GETTING THEIR HAIR AND MAKEUP DONE BY TWO OF “THE GROUP.” ELISSA’S MOTHER HAS RHOMBERG’S DISEASE AND GETTING A MAKEOVER WAS A SPECIAL TREAT. ELISSA SHARED WITH ME THAT THIS WAS ONE OF HER FAVORITE SHOTS OF THE WEDDING…SHE AND HER MOM TOGETHER, GETTING READY WITH THE SUPPORT OF HER FRIENDS.
This group dynamic was the most powerful I’ve witnessed at a wedding of that age group (22-28ish). Later I found out the bride’s friends did the photography for the wedding, did the hair and make-up for the bride and her mother, and did the flower decorations and arrangments for the church and reception. When I asked the bride about the role of the “group” she said: “I truly do have a great group of friends that allowed us to have a magnificent wedding on a small budget. My hair, set-up of everything, photography and flower and decor arrangement was done by tons of our little helpers.”
So what is to be gained from learning about this group? Are groups important? Do they provide a social safety net for young couple stress and for setting norms about the institution of marriage itself? The short answer is yes. What a culture or society “agrees to” is extremely influential regarding how people think and feel about a particular issue. So the answers as to what can be gained are these validating life lessons, taught by group instruction:
When you need support, we’re here.
When you need diversity and creativity, we’re here.
We were beside you when you were married, so we’re in this together.
You’re worth our time and attention.
We believe in you, your marriage and your future.
When a group “blesses” a wedding, it’s a powerful thing. I would say it’s magic. And in this particular case, it was the mind-numbing magical power of the “sistah and bro-hood” wedding planners extraordinaire.
They were there when it started and I have a sneaking suspicion that when Elissa and Ryan celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary, they will already know who to call to plan their party.
I’m not sure how many weddings I’ve attended in my lifetime. When I was very young, I paid attention to how comfortable the seating was and how long the service “droned on.” As an adolescent I paid attention to the dresses, hair and makeup of the bride and her party. In college I paid attention to the ideas of the service, cake, programs and invitations as I began to plan my own wedding. And now, having been married 25 years and been a family therapist for almost ten, I pay attention to the system.
I am fascinated by the rhythm of certain weddings, the families involved and the styles or personalities of the combined group of “his and hers” parties and guests. Simply sitting back and taking it all in is pure joy, especially when I notice the one thing that I want to take away as food for thought. Two weeks ago, I enjoyed an especially flavorful bite…maybe dessert. I didn’t attend the reception, but felt as though I already got my wedding cake. Here’s the story:
The chapel was filling with people. The daughter of my childhood church camp friend was getting married and we arrived only a few minutes before the service began. We were seated near the back and I was later very grateful for that particular vantage point. Normally I want to sit close so I can really soak in the action. However a seat in the back gives wedding guests a different perspective; a bit removed, but also broadened.My husband watched his former college roommate, the father of the bride, walk his daughter down the aisle. Next, I watched my dear friend light one of the family tapers for the unity candle ritual. It was because of the bride’s mother and father that my husband and I had met. They introduced us my sophomore year in college. As I sat there, I began to think about being in their wedding, and then they participating in ours. I broke out the Kleenex at least 15 minutes earlier than my normal crying point. I really love my friend and was excited for her daughter to experience this big day.
As the service began to get started with introductions and welcomes my mind turned to those getting married rather than those giving the bride away. The pastors and the betrothed were smiling occasionally, and some of the narrative was interjected with talk of “wedding day jitters.” At one point, one of the pastors made a comment about the groom feeling anxious and excited about their big day. I noticed that both the bride and the groom’s body language matched the conversation. My mind flashed back to my niece’s wedding last year where she bounced slightly and swayed from side to side during the wedding because of her sheer happiness and excitement. Her body movements kept us entertained the entire service.
These particular wedding day jitters weren’t that overt, but they were definitely a part of the discussion. I smiled again as the groom agreed about being excited for the wedding as the speaker noted his visibly heightened mood.
The message to the audience and the exchange of vows passed quickly and the unity candle ritual followed. As the music for this portion began, the bride and groom lit the larger candle, took communion and then repositioned themselves in the middle of the stage. While the music continued, they began to talk a bit and I saw the groom bouncing slightly. As the seconds ticked by and they continued chatting with each other, you could see their energy or anxiety build a bit as they laughed and tried to wait through the song. Just then, I saw the groom ask a question. I could tell this by the slight tilting of his head. I saw the bride respond by looking at him, smiling, and nodding in agreement. They took each other’s hands, bowed their heads and he began to pray. She was clearly in sync with him because you could see her head occasionally moving as he uttered a phrase, or she would smile and nod intermittently.
This shot shows the bride and and groom just as they began to pray together. Her grip is tight, his face is flushed and they aren’t quite centered yet…still approaching God through their prayer.
I was grateful for the length of the song because I was witnessing something amazing. As the prayer continued, his head bowed slightly more, the flushing on his face disappeared and his body got quiet. Her shoulders relaxed, her elbows dropped a bit and a peaceful smile replaced the smile of excitement there only a minute before. Their heads leaned in a bit closer and my sense was that the chapel full of people were disappearing in their minds. It was just the bride, the groom and God. There must have been an “amen” because they both took a deep breath and lifted their heads – more sure of themselves, relaxed and ready for whatever would meet them next.
This shot was taken close to the end of the song and their prayer. Kiley’s face and arms are relaxed, Josh’s shoulders and neck are relaxed and even the maid of honor is quiet and focused.
Long after the introductions of the newly married couple and the recessional of the wedding party, the prayer scene played over in my mind.
As a therapist, I had witnessed a “symmetrical to complementary shift” take place…the individual and couple anxiety that had been rapidly cycling was released over to a higher power they trusted to manage their next steps. As a Biblical scholar, I thought of the numerous examples I’ve read about in the scriptures of godly men or women wrestling with an issue, praying it through and then celebrating their relief as they are redirected with a renewed purpose or vision. As a family scientist, I was glad they had spirituality as a core element and resource in their relationship – a strength that would get them through many times of anxiety or stress they would face down the road. And as a friend, I was grateful (and emotional) about the thought that the children of our younger selves were growing up and prepared to begin their own lives.
What can we learn from Kiley and Josh, the praying newlyweds? Well, I suppose that when we’re considering our own food for thought, prayer is certainly an excellent ingredient for a well balanced relationship. After all, wouldn’t most of us appreciate a way to externalize our anxiety and place it on shoulders much bigger than our own? Knowing God carries what they can’t is a sure-fire way new couples can walk with confidence through their newly-wedded life.
And for me, I suppose another thing I’ve learned is that when attending the weddings of my friend’s children, carry the super jumbo pack of tissues. If this generation continues to teach me lessons such as I witnessed this time, I’ll be keeping Kimberly Clark in business for a good, long while.
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