There was to be no wedding cake. Now, I try to be a supportive, non-judgmental parent of adult children, offering advice when asked and otherwise keeping my mouth shut. I said I try, I’m not always successful. In this case, I really wanted a cake. I thought the whole thing would be somehow incomplete without one. So I offered to order and pay for the cake, have it delivered, etc., if they would allow it. The bride and groom graciously accepted my offer, even though I explained that my vision called for a rather non-traditional cake. In fact, I pictured a topsy-turvy creation, with layers reflecting their lives before marriage (they are both military brats, and grew up all over) and topped with a road map of their future adventures. This is the result:
My point in all this, is that when it comes to having adult children, and even small children, it is important to figure out the difference between when you are helping and when you are interfering. Sometimes, even if every bone in your body tells you that your child is taking the wrong path, you have to shut up and let them. If there is no threat of imminent bodily harm, it is probably best to let them learn their own lessons.
But sometimes, it’s just a cake.
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