I must admit I really wanted to blog about the royal wedding. There were so many interesting things that caught my attention. I have to share just one. Spice Girl looked like she was attending a funeral. Not the dress, her face and attitude. I’m just saying if David Beckham was my husband. I would be grinning from ear to ear like a kid running wild at Chuckie Cheese.
I cried watching the wedding. Thinking about Princess Diana and how proud she would be of her children. And the way Prince Harry looked at Meghan is what all couples want to have in their relationships.
What left the greatest impression on me, was the elegant Doria Ragland. At first I was thinking she must have someone in her family with her. An auntie or best girlfriend so that she’s not sitting all alone.
In an instant I felt sorry for her. Being in a strange place, overcome with emotions and trying to follow protocol. Then I thought maybe people feel sorry for me.
I haven’t attended an event that compares to watching your child get married. But I do know what it’s like to attend functions for my children as a single mom.
It takes a kind of sophistication and confidence that many don’t have. It requires you to enjoy the moment and thank God for never leaving your side on your journey.
Doria Ragland is a strong woman and you could see it in her eyes. Just how proud and happy she was for her daughter.
It takes a strong woman to attend your child’s conferences, concerts, open house and school functions as “that” mom. I am “that” mom and have been reminded by the other moms lately. Like Doria, I smile. Sit alone and think that I made this moment happen. I did this!
My children are in a good place now because of the sacrifices I’ve made and my work behind the scenes. Many will never understand. Because they have never had that level of responsibility.
It was nice that the Royal Family embraced her, with her nose ring and locs in her hair. She was the reminder that I needed after a difficult week. It was a reminder that no matter where you are on your journey. When you reach the finish line. You will rejoice and know in your heart. You belong!