In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I wanted to write
about something I’m thankful for—something somewhat unique. Yes, I’m grateful
for my husband, daughter, friends, church, and community in general. I’m
thankful to live in a country where I can express myself freely without
looking over my shoulder. But what I’m about to tell you I’m thankful for might
surprise you: I’m grateful for an awesome mother-in-law.
Unlike many of you who married your husbands despite their mom, I sometimes think I married Jon for his mom. You see, my Daughter Hat is a bit upside-down (for those who don’t know, my mom is cognitively impaired and has the mental age of a 12-year-old). All I’ve ever really wanted is a normal family and a normal life. Don’t get me wrong. My definition of normal is probably different from yours. There’s really no such thing as quote-unquote normal. However, there is such a thing as that feeling of belonging. My mother-in-law accepted me from the start. I barely knew Jon or his family, but I was always welcome.
I was also needed.
Having three boys, Mom was struggling in a testosterone-infused world. My estrogen was a drop of water in a wasteland. When I entered the scene, Mom’s opinion on movie night suddenly mattered. Doubling the girl vote defied all logic. Somehow two female votes dominated 3 to 4 male ones hands down. Was the result sexist? Maybe, but who cares? It totally worked in our favor.
Unlike many of you who married your husbands despite their mom, I sometimes think I married Jon for his mom. You see, my Daughter Hat is a bit upside-down (for those who don’t know, my mom is cognitively impaired and has the mental age of a 12-year-old). All I’ve ever really wanted is a normal family and a normal life. Don’t get me wrong. My definition of normal is probably different from yours. There’s really no such thing as quote-unquote normal. However, there is such a thing as that feeling of belonging. My mother-in-law accepted me from the start. I barely knew Jon or his family, but I was always welcome.
I was also needed.
Having three boys, Mom was struggling in a testosterone-infused world. My estrogen was a drop of water in a wasteland. When I entered the scene, Mom’s opinion on movie night suddenly mattered. Doubling the girl vote defied all logic. Somehow two female votes dominated 3 to 4 male ones hands down. Was the result sexist? Maybe, but who cares? It totally worked in our favor.
Not once have a felt like an outsider when around
Jon’s mom. Love, acceptance and pride pour from her eyes every time she looks at
me. At me. Those eyes hold all that
and more for Jon, but she truly considers me her daughter—not just her son’s
wife. When I succeed, she rejoices. When I mourn, she cries. When I struggle,
she prays. She never insults me or my ways. Nor does she nag at me to do things
her way.
In all reality, we don't have much in common. She loves antique malls and gardening. I enjoy modern stuff and cooking. We both like to read, but our book selection often differs. Regardless, time spent together is delightful. Plus, we both adore romantic movies and junk food, which helps. I’m always excited to wear my Daughter-In-Law Hat!
During high school, I did my fair share of dating, but I never really paid attention to the mom behind the man. If I'd been thinking wisely, I would
have. Monster-in-laws might not affect the daily relationship, but they
certainly affect the marriage. Likewise, the grandparent/grandchild
relationship is often defined by how well the parents/grandparents get
along. It's worth thinking about if you've yet to walk down that aisle.
I hope you all can be as lucky as I am. My mother-in-law (whom I relish calling Mom) loves God with her whole heart, mind and body and is an amazing example of a Godly woman. She is my Naomi.
I hope you all can be as lucky as I am. My mother-in-law (whom I relish calling Mom) loves God with her whole heart, mind and body and is an amazing example of a Godly woman. She is my Naomi.
Hats off to you, my friend. I will write again, but until then...
hang
on to your hat! ;-)
