Holy cow! You read my mind. My daughter’s boyfriend just came to me a couple weeks ago (for the 2nd time) to ask for my blessing in asking my daughter to get married. Last year I said, “not yet,” and we spent a lot of time talking about what it means to be a man, a husband, and a father, (oh, the irony! Lol) and there were some things I wanted to see from him first before I gave my blessing. He spent the last year working on those things, and I was very impressed. He respected what I said, and now I respected what he did about it. So this time I said yes, and my daughter just got engaged a week ago.
And now I have to wistfully watch as my wife and daughter plan a wedding, dresses, flowers, etc. sigh… lol.
My most maternal moment came back when the kids were little and my wife was then supportive of my dressing. I even dressed up once in a while in front of the kids but we always made a game of it (like princess tea time and such). I remember being dressed and kneeling in prayer beside my son’s bed. I prayed, then he prayed, and then I got up to kiss him on his forehead. I had to brush the hair from my face and tuck it behind my ears. His little arms wrapped around my neck and he whispered, “I love you.” And I felt like SUCH a mommy and it was WONDERFUL!