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A couple of years ago, my friend "Kate" got married,
the wedding was lovely. The reception was another story. Kate had
planned on having balloons on the dance floor during the first dance with her
groom, and had also placed disposable cameras on the tables for guests to take
candid shots. Unfortunately, somebody put out the balloons before the
guests arrived. Kate was blessed with relatives who were apparently unable
or unwilling to control their children, and during the course of the evening all
guests were subjected to children running wild during dinner, popping the
balloons that never lasted until the first dance, and general chaos.
Finally, Kate took the microphone, asked for everyone's attention and announced
that if the parents in the crowd did not take control of their children, then
she would. There was a moment of silence followed by a loud round of
applause. The rest of the evening went fairly smoothly.
Then Kate had the film developed from her
disposable cameras. Seems the kids used them to take pics of themselves
and the groom's brand new car. Hence her visions of nice pics of family
and friends during her reception were a complete loss. One of the
offending parents does not speak to Kate to this day. Why do people think
it's ok to subject others to their children's horrible behavior? It's no
wonder that some folks choose not to invite children to their weddings.
WeddingRugrats0820-05
I was working for a family business, and the boss's daughter
got married. The wedding was beautiful, but I'll never forget the behavior of
the ring-bearer. He had to be at least six years old, in other words, old enough
to know better. When the bride appeared, just about everyone got
tears in their eyes, as is normal at weddings. Ring-bearer starts to cry as
well. He probably doesn't really understand what's going on, but okay. The
ceremony begins, and ring-bearer is now upset that no one is paying attention to
him anymore. So he starts crying louder. He is still ignored, so he practically
throws himself on the ground and starts sobbing. One of the groomsmen has had
enough, and crouches down behind the ring-bearer, trying to tell him to calm
down. No good. His obvious ploy for attention ended up wrecking a lot of the
pictures, as most people as what's wrong with the poor kid.
Ring-bearer totally stole the attention on what was supposed to be the bride and
groom's day. I should state for the record that the flower girl was even younger
than the ring-bearer, yet she was perfectly behaved, with her hands neatly
folded, she just stood there quietly, looking adorable. All I could
think of the ring-bearer was, what a brat!
WeddingRugrats0828-05
To start off, my wedding went absolutely wonderful except for
two small problems and one of them happened to be with our ring bearer. The RB
is the three and a half year old son of my husband's sister and we have known
him since he was born. He had been the RB for my husband's other sister's
wedding the year before and did a perfect job, though was a bit hesitant.
He being older now, I knew he would understand the importance
a little more but I also wanted to be prepared for the event of a tantrum
typical three year olds do, which also had become quite regular for him in the
previous six months. Since both his parents were in the wedding party and would
already be standing up at the front during the ceremony and that he has a
strange fascination with my sister, who was my Maid Of Honor, I set it up that
he would walk down the aisle with her.
My two cousins, ages 5 and 7, were the flower girls and hit it
off with him at the rehearsal which gave me hope that he would behave even
better with them around because they were very excited about the prospect of
being flower girls in my wedding since my sister and I were the only cousins
from both our fathers' sides even remotely close to their ages and spent much
time with them. I hoped that their good attitudes would rub off on him.
The wedding day came and the little ring bearer looked
absolutely adorable in his tiny tux. He looked a little tired like he had not
had a nap for some time but he was not acting cranky. A little later he started
getting a little whiny but grandma made it all better but not for long. As my
dad walked me out to be ready to walk down the aisle, I hear a wailing scream
and the next thing I see is the RB at the start of the aisle throwing his pillow
on the ground and thrashing it around before stomping on it with his feet. Not
being stupid, I had given the real rings to my best friend, the Matron of Honor,
and to the Best Man so I was not too worried but the kid would not stop
screaming at the top of his lungs.
My wedding coordinator then just ordered my sister to go on
her own followed by my best friend and the flower girls. As the music paused to
begin the wedding march all that could be heard was the RB flailing around and
carrying on like a banshee just out of sight of the guests but was right next to
me and my father. My aunt, the mother of the flower girls, was near us and was
about ready to handle the situation when the RB almost made out to run down the
aisle screaming over the top of the bagpiper we had set up but luckily my
wedding coordinator body tackled him to the sidelines.
The RB was a little better behaved later on but was making
screwy faces during the photography sessions following the ceremony and kept
doing the opposite of what people were telling him to do. Eventually they kicked
him out of the pictures altogether.
I found out later the next day that his parents had not fed
him at all the entire day and it was the job of his father to see to that but
for some strange reason the dad was in a stressed out hurry and
"forgot." So by 4:30pm the RB had no meals at all and barely any juice
let alone a nap to relax for a while. It was no wonder he acted the way he did
but how was I to know his parents would be the ones to influence his behavior
with something so basic a duty that all parents should take care of when I
planned for all other possibilities? We laugh about it now just two weeks after
the wedding but I have vowed never to let the kid live it down. We even have a
picture from the wedding of me walking down the aisle and him in the background
behind me flattening the pillow into the ground!
WeddingRugrats0819-05
A recent story on your site, of a reluctant little flower
girl, called to mind a story of my own, involving my then-two-year-old son.
This happened in 1988, and we not only still laugh about this, but we have a
hilarious picture to show all future generations that this really did
happen! My sister and her fiancé announced their engagement in fall
of 1987, and immediately asked me to be MOH. I was absolutely thrilled for
both of them, and immediately accepted. At the same time, they asked if my
son, who would be two-and-a-half by the time the ceremony were to take place a
year hence, would serve as ring bearer. I was a bit hesitant, as he
was so little, and reminded my sister that she ought not to expect too much from
him, and my sister stated that she really did not care so much about how
well or even IF he performed his "duties" as ring bearer; she really
just wanted her adorable and much-loved nephew to be a part of the
festivities. Good thing she is blessed with this loving attitude!
The day of the wedding came, and my little guy looked precious
in the little black short pants formal suit that my Mom had made him.
At the rehearsal, he had expressed some reluctance about "walking down
the aisle," but we figured, he'd either do it or not when the time came,
and we'd play it by ear. My sister even said that if he wanted to walk
down with me, that would be fine with her. (Yes, my sister has her
priorities straight, and is still very much this way today, now that she is a
mom herself.) Well, the time came, and he got "cold feet"
and decided not to do that long walk! That was fine. But, it came MY
time to go down the aisle, and he would not allow me to go! He clung to my
leg for dear life! The photographer caught this moment, so we have this
classic picture of my tearful little boy hanging on to my leg for dear
life, while I gently but frantically tried to pry his fingers off so I could
make my walk down. It is priceless! My mom's friend, who had made
the flowers and acted as general "wedding coordinator" on the day of
the wedding, saved the day, by whisking him out of the sanctuary into the
gathering space and keeping him there till he calmed down enough to rejoin us.
Bless her heart! That "little boy" is almost
20 years old now, and is the best kid anyone could hope to have. Hard to
believe that in a few years' time, it may be HIS wedding we will be
attending.
WeddingRugrats1220-05
My friend Patty was a BM in my wedding four years ago.
Her daughter, Priscilla, was about seven at the time. Priscilla liked to
be the center of attention and was going through a bratty stage that lasted
about five years. When Priscilla found out that her mother was to be a BM,
she cried and cried because she wanted to be a flower girl. I had already
given the job to a girl from my family. Priscilla took center stage at my
shower and made it her job to entertain my guests.
Comes the day of the wedding and we are in the church having
pictures made prior to the ceremony. Patty had instructed Priscilla’s
father to bring her just before the wedding, so that she could hang out with us
as we got ready, I suppose. Priscilla walked into the church weeping and
it went downhill from there. We tried to include her in the photos but she
had herself so worked up that she couldn’t stop crying. I tried to call
her over to me so that I could try to talk to her and soothe her, but she
screamed “NO!” Eventually Patty took her into the hall and spanked
her.
At the end of the ceremony as my husband and I were walking up
the isle Priscilla ran into the isle to hug us both. Luckily she was
toward the back of the church. The worst was when we were being announced
at our reception. Immortalized on our wedding video are my husband and I
walking out as we are being announced as Mr. and Mrs. for the first time.
As we start to walk out Priscilla is next to us, trying to take my other hand.
I pull away but she inserts her hand into the crook of my arm. When we
arrive in the middle of the dance floor and face our guests, who are all
clapping and cheering for us, I hand Priscilla my bouquet to keep her occupied
and get her off my back. A few seconds later she is trying to hand it
back, using it to smack me on the butt to try to get my attention!
I am now expecting my first child. I’ve learned all
too well that not every event is for children, and that if they do attend they
are to understand that not everything is about them! I’m already scoping
out babysitters…
WeddingRugrats0919-05
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