Becoming whole through family life. Desserts help.
Most weekends I’m cheering for my sons at baseball games. My comfort, knowledge, and enthusiasm are naturally high at sporting events. This past weekend I took my reticent self and my game-ready skills to the lively Arizona Bridal Show held at the fantastic Phoenix Convention Center.
Planning a June 2013 wedding, my Bridal Show trepidation was high. The first game-ready skill I used was to go with great people. I attended with two lovely brides-to-be, my daughter, Devin, and our dear friend, Jade. They were greeted with ginormous pink stickers announcing, “I’m the Bride!” Bonus prize was to carry Jade’s infant daughter, Ava, in my arms. If we had a penny for every smile given to Ava, we could have paid for two wedding receptions in cash that day.
The next game-ready skill I used was to find humor in the situation. At a baseball game I’ll smile at the batter box rituals, frustrated coach encounters with umps, and insults hurled from bleachers. Here, bedecked with my ginormous sticker, “I’m the MOM,” I found comic relief in the fashion show grooms who were a head shorter than their towering brides in mermaid gowns and stilettos. There was an interesting clan sitting next to us who started their party at the cash bar early that morning. The whole event was speckled with blinged-out brides-to-be wearing mock veils, princess crowns, and Minnie Mouse ears. Think baseball fan face paint, signs, and beach balls.
Then the game began. Like runners to first base, we sprinted through aisle after aisle of vendors and razzle dazzle. We scored singles, collecting bags and bags of flyers, coupons, magazines, and discounts. We scored doubles, talking with amazing vendors who loved their crafts. We scored triples, sampling grapefruit gelato, carrot cake, BBQ, Moroccan stew, handmade rosewater candy, and cannolis! Then came the home run; we found the perfect wedding veil, complete with me crying as I gently placed sheer elegance over my daughter’s radiant face.
To my grateful surprise, this Bridal Show amateur enjoyed the intense submersion into a hyper feminine world of endless wedding gowns and glitter. Like baseball fans, I found thousands of people who were happy, kind, cooperative, and fun. Sure there were a few bridezilla exceptions, but even they added something comical to the experience, like the occasional obnoxious baseball fan who gets the escorted heave-ho.
Next weekend I’m back to the baseball field. No sparkle. No tuxedos. No disco lights. No Earth, Wind, and Fire. I’ll wear some bling.
Gray Stripe Earned: It’s up to me to enjoy where I am. Game on.