Last Saturday, my son Callum married the very beautiful Casey in our local parish church.
Before Callum and Casey processed out of the church for the first time as husband and wife, Father S said, “Let us congratulate Mr and Mrs Elvis!”
Just for a moment, I felt confused. Why was Father congratulating Andy and me? It was Callum and Casey’s big day, not ours. But of course, Father was talking about the new Mr and Mrs Elvis, (the younger good-looking ones).
I remember the first time someone called me Mrs Elvis. It felt all wrong. I wanted to protest: “Mrs Elvis is my mother-in-law!” It took me a long time to feel comfortable with my new name.
At the wedding reception, during her speech, the maid of honour said Casey was gaining, not only a husband but also a cool name. I wonder if Casey realises the implications of having such a famous name. Will Elvis Presley follow her throughout her life? Will she get as many comments about her name as I do?
“Any relation to Elvis Presley?”
“Sue Elvis? Is that your real name?” (From The Elvis Presley Connection)
Talking of names, what will Casey call me? I called my mother-in-law ‘Mum’, but will Casey prefer to call me by my first name? She could always follow the example of her new sisters and call me “Mama”. Yes, sometimes my daughters like to call me Mam-aaah, in a perfect Jane Austen kind of way. I think they’ve watched Pride and Prejudice far too many times. But I don’t really mind being addressed by this rather grand title, as long as no one mistakes me for Mrs Bennet.
On Tuesday, my eldest daughter Felicity and her husband Graham returned to their home in Perth. They’d travelled, across Australia, to NSW for a few days to see us and attend The Wedding. Before they set off for the airport, we had one last outing to the park. We ate ice cream and took yet more photos. The wind blew our hair into our eyes and we giggled and I thought how lovely it was to have all my daughters (except for Casey, who is on her honeymoon) at home together.
Of course, I had to have my photo taken with Felicity too. Mental illness and inexperienced mothering threatened to come between us some years ago. But we made it back to each other. We’re mother and daughter once again. (I told this story in a series of posts if you’re interested.)
On Wednesday, we travelled to Sydney for my son Duncan’s graduation ceremony. He now has a Masters of Teaching (Primary) degree. As we sat in the auditorium, waiting for Duncan’s turn to come up on the stage to receive his certificate, we remembered when my husband Andy graduated with the same degree. That was 5 years ago. Yes, he changed careers mid-life. It’s never too late to follow your passion.
Also on Wednesday, I discovered the new edition of my children’s novel, The Angels of Abbey Creek is now available on Amazon. If you haven’t already seen my book, please take a look!
I’ve been thinking about how I can share these paper dolls. I’d like to give a copy of the files to all the kind people who have written (or will write) reviews or blog posts about my book. We could also sell the files for a small cost. (A bit of pocket money for Charlotte.) What do you think? Would anyone like some paper dolls? Please let me know!
It’s now Saturday and today we’re not doing anything special at all. But that’s okay. Sometimes it’s good to have a few quiet days. Anyway, life won’t be ordinary for very long. No: my husband Andy is home for the school holidays. We’re making plans. Next week should be very exciting indeed!
In next week’s podcast, I’ll be talking about holidays, the at-home ones as well as the going-away variety. I’ve got some wedding stories to share too. Sophie joined me to chat about wide dresses and narrow church aisles and all kinds of other things. (I hope to post more wedding photos in the accompanying blog post.) I also have lots and lots of history and geography resources to share.
I’ll be publishing my podcast next Monday so please watch out for it. (You could subscribe to my Stories of an Unschooling Family podcast via iTunes.)