Can you believe it? I’m 48 and expecting—but not like you may think. I’m expecting a daughter-in-law (a daughter-in-love). Our family is growing. In just one more day, there will be another Mills.
It’s a huge deal for the excited couple. But let me tell you, it’s a huge deal for me, too. I’m not quite sure how to feel. And I’m just being 100 perfect honest. I’m excited for them. I love them both.
I have been the mother of three children for the last 28 years—as a matter of fact 29 years next month. It is challenging for me to think of my son, not just being my son but also being someone’s husband.
He’s already a daddy and a darn good one. But there is something different about him getting married. I can’t even explain it. This is new for me, but with two more kids, I might have to go through this two more times.
To set the record straight, I’m proud of my son. He has grown to be a fabulous man and a wonderful father. I know he will be a fantastic husband. I’m not against his marriage. He and his bride-to-be have been together for about five years, and they have a 3-year-old daughter together. They are both fabulous parents.
So why am I having a hard time? Really, I’m asking because I can’t put my finger on it. What are your thoughts?
It’s funny because my son told me that in pre-marital counseling the recent topic was “mothers and their sons.” My, my, my…I love all three of my kids. Yes, I’m attached to them. When the children were growing up, I wasn’t a helicopter mom. I allowed them to grow into their own without trying to change their destiny. We raised our kids to be independent, live on their own and some day raise their own families. Mercy, it just seemed to come so quickly.
Listen, don’t anybody leave a comment and tell me, “I’m gaining a daughter and not losing a son.” I don’t feel like I’m losing my son. As a mom, I’m entitled to feel a little strange. This is new. It’s a first.
I’m proud of the fact that our family is growing. But for some reason, it brings me to tears. These are the same tears I cried when he was born, the first day of school and when we dropped him off at college. I guess you could say I’m just a crier.
How many moms would admit they feel this way? Well, I’m admitting it. I’m not ashamed. Once the wedding is over, I’ll go back to feeling like my old self I’m sure. But for right now somebody pray. So, yes, in just a few more hours, I’m expecting. I’m expecting a new daughter—but not just a daughter-in-law but a daughter-in-love.
BMWK, are there any mothers who have been through this? How did you feel? Why do you think you felt it? What advice could you give me?