When my sister Danielle got engaged, she asked my 17-year-old son Adrian to design her wedding dress. He worked tirelessly, but when the invitations went out, Adrian was excluded—“adults only,” Danielle said, yet still expected to wear his dress.
Heartbroken, Adrian still wanted to send it. I stepped in and told Danielle, “If Adrian’s not welcome, the dress isn’t either.” She demanded it back, but I put it up for sale. A grateful bride, Mia, bought it fast, finally appreciating Adrian’s talent.
On Danielle’s wedding day, Adrian and I had pancakes while Mia proudly wore his creation. Adrian smiled and said, “Maybe Aunt Danielle did me a favor.” He learned his worth—and that his mom always had his back.
