<p>I guess if my son ever gets married, they’ll really have to rewrite the etiquette book. Not only will there be two grooms, but one of them (at least) will have two female parents, one of whom is his biological father. So who would dance with whom, I’m really not sure. Hopefully, my son wouldn’t feel too embarrassed to do so with me. (If he did feel that way, well, that’s OK also. I can be proud and happy without that; being there and being publicly acknowledged as his parent will be enough.) Of course, assuming there’s at least one male father somewhere in the picture, I don’t see why he couldn’t dance with his own son too. </p>
<p>This is, of course, all purely hypothetical. Although my son has, for the first time at age 20, started this summer to try to meet people online, and has actually gone out with a couple. (I’m pleased that he doesn’t mind telling me about the ones he’s met.) Interestingly, as recently as a couple of years ago, he adamantly insisted that he would never want to get married. But just last weekend he spent part of an afternoon in Fort Tryon Park (the location of the Cloisters, just a few blocks from where we live now), and when he came home he told me all about a beautiful Jewish wedding he’d watched, on a hill near some flowerbeds, overlooking the Hudson River, and said that that’s where he’d like his wedding to be.</p>
<p>I admit it; it made me feel very happy to hear him talk about the concept so positively. So, I guess there’s hope! (Maybe even for grandchildren someday, who knows?)</p>