Saturday, January 12, 2008

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely*

As I've mentioned in previous posts, my sister is getting married this summer. I come from a family of four girls, all of whom have been married now, with a wedding courtesy of the parentals.


Because this is my sister's second wedding, and she is of a "more mature" age, she will be footing the bill herself. Although the wedding is several months away, my mom has already had several strokes just thinking about things like "How much has she allotted for her dress?" "How will everyone get there?", etc. The wedding will be taking place out of our home-state, as my sister no longer resides there, and her whole life is in her current residence. That said, none of the major players are under the age of 25...I think we can handle booking a flight at this stage of our lives.


My mom's questions were starting to bug me, because I couldn't figure out why she was so concerned. For instance, she called me very concerned, stating that my sister had spent $1500 on her dress. I knew for a fact that my sister had not yet purchased a dress, but that she had made a comment on her recent blog post about telling a saleswoman that she would not look at any dresses over $500, because she didn't want to fall in love with the $1500 one. I told my mom that maybe she should read the blog more carefully, instead of skimming it like an ADD 8 year-old. Also, why did she care?


After several similar conversations, it hit me...this is the first wedding for which she has not been financially responsible, aka is not immediately priviledged to the most minute detail. I don't want anyone to think that she controlled the decisions for our other weddings, because she and my dad were absolutely gracious about setting a budget and then just offering advice regarding any details we questioned. However, I know that her OCD brain is going CRAZY because she doesn't get to have her finger in this pie.


What she doesn't realize is that she's getting the best of both worlds; my sister wants her to be absolutely involved, to come early and help out with all the fun last-minute details, and to ultimately be the guest of honor. All this without having to foot the bill? Relax, Nance! This is what you've been waiting for!

*Only my sisters and I can make fun of my mom. We're fiercly protective, but use snotty humor to bond.

1 comment:

Mackey said...

LOL! I can totally see Nancy's face now. Perhaps for old time sake's we can have Nancy bring the cafeteria trays to the shower. LOL! Bring a little Edvalson home "feel" to Iowa