I just wanted to take time out and write this because I feel like nobody appreciates the mothers-in-law as much. But I do. Women grow up watching overly dramatic Indian soap operas and think weird stuff and it becomes a self-funding prophecy. But I know for a fact that it’s not true. Mothers-in-law are very much human and contrary to what the Indian television and Monster In Law tell you, they’re most certainly NOT evil. Even my ex had the nicest mum ever.
Where does the hostility come from? Pretty much where it usually comes from – communication gap. You have issues with your ma-in-law? Talk to her. Unless you get to know someone better, you’d never know what they’re like. You’ll only see what you want to see and it’s only one side of the whole thing. Too much prejudice and too little appreciation make the worst combo, ever. With all that being said, I want to dedicate this whole post to the woman that raised my man.
I remember the day that we first met. I was skeptical. I was sure that she wouldn’t like me because my ex used to tell me all the time about what a horrible woman I really was. When someone breaks you, you tend to think that you’re supposed to stay broken and that you’re meant to rot because that’s what you deserve. During the whole drive to see my prospective mum-in-law, I kept playing the worst scenarios in my head. My man kept telling me that it would be just fine but I had a lump in my throat that refused to go away.
We met at a coffee shop. You know how you look at a person, and you fall in love with their personality instantly? I felt that. She was beautiful and she wore a simple peach saree and zero makeup and she was stunning. I’d thought she wouldn’t warm up to me but she warmed up to me after only a few moments of awkwardness over the amount of unnecessary sugar in my drink. That’s how comfortable she made me. As I watched her exchange banter with her son, my man, I knew instantly that I was blessed. There had been roadblocks when it came to talking to my own mum about my feelings, but there were zero roadblocks when it came to conversing with my mum-in-law. And that’s when I realized why my man was so perfect – that was because he was raised right. I looked at my mum-in-law and I almost burst into happy tears. We were the perfect fit. Instantly.
She’s kind. She’s good. She’s, most importantly, an empath. She has the best hugs, the kindest smile, she has a heart of gold. She’s home away from home. She’s a gem, and I’m truly very lucky. She texts me when I’m away and she sends memes. She’s always there when I need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. She’s so good, I knew from day one I wouldn’t be missing my own home like crazy because she’d ensure everything was comfortable enough for me.
I hope when she reads this, she knows I think of her a lot. Happy Mother’s Day to her, and all the other mothers-in-law out there. I know you guys think you’re never appreciated but trust me – you are. I love you, MIL.