Over the past few years, I have attended a few weddings and have been involved in the preparation and behind the scenes for some. We tend to take weddings at face value. The beautifully decorated stage, the red carpet, that 3-metre long gown. Aesthetics aside, the unification between two individuals, the wedding kiss and the video collage of past memories from both bride and groom never fail to evoke a myriad of emotions. Weddings are indeed a beautiful thing. But as for me, the thing that really gets me, the only one thing that never fail to make my tear (even after so many times) is the part during the Holy Matrimony where both bride and groom approaches their parents, saying their final words before they move on to their new life.
From the moment the bride walks in, to the praise and worship session, to the exchanging of vows. To be honest, I feel that they are not as important and emotional as when they part with their parents.
It all boils down to one thing. It is a farewell (And farewells are never happy right). Imagine this. You’ve raised them, ever since they were just a zygote. With the proper nutrition, tender loving care and harsh-yet-necessary punishments that has formed them to the way they are today. And one day, they found a soulmate. Someone whom they cherish as much as you cherish your other half. Someone who they want to watch movies in the living room sofa eating Indomie (The best instant noodles evaaaah btw). And then, they decided, they are gonna move out of the house into a house owned by them and the person they chose to be with, leaving behind an empty room, an empty dinner spot and an unused bathroom at home.
The commitment your child has decided to take up, to part with you and move on to the next stage in life, to take leadership of his own family, to go through the things you started going though 25 years back. Then you realised, the past 25 years are filled with you training up your child in away that he should go, so that he will stand firm with his values and not stray from it. For him to be respectful, yet curious enough to question the dubious authorities. To be brave and strong, yet humble. For him to finally be a man and start his own family one day, and now he finally has.
The farewell, not exactly the happiest moment of the wedding, but the most significant, in my opinion. Only after deciding to leave his parents can a man be one with his wife. You have to let go of 1 pole of you want to hang on to another. And that first step of letting go, always make me tear.
Just a really touching and funny video about what I’m referring to.