By Karen Kalutz
Less than a week. That’s how long I have before I’ll be standing in front of a crowd to do something I’ve never done before—give a toast at the celebration of my son’s wedding.
My baby boy Van is getting married. That's him with Sarah, in this photo I love. She has won his heart…and mine. I couldn’t be happier about that.
And I’ve been speaking in public for years, by the way.
So why am I filled with anxiety?
Because toasts are a challenge. I’ve seen them go terribly, horribly wrong. I most definitely don’t want to be that mother of the groom. The one who forgets to thank those who should be thanked. Who embarrasses her son with stories she should have kept to herself. Who makes everyone uncomfortable with too much sentiment. Or worse, brings the celebration to a halt with her tears.
I’ve been a wreck, worrying about all the things that could go wrong.
So I started searching. I went online. Who knew you could buy books of canned mother-of-the-groom toasts? I cracked open our bible (Strictly Speaking) to see what dear Reid, the father of eight sons, would’ve suggested. Then, I emailed my Buckley School colleagues for their thoughts.
After all that, here’s my plan—which seems like a good plan for any important toast:
Wish me luck! And let’s hope someone helps me remember Reid’s other rule, the one about having a cocktail before a speech: Always one, never two. I’ll save that second (and maybe third) drink for after the toasting’s done.