A few friends on Facebook have lost their mother in laws this week. They are sad and coming to terms with a world without these precious ladies in it.
Like me………….they’ve never told a mother in law joke. They’ve never laughed at them. When you have a wonderful mother in law……….well, you just don’t get the joke.
I have a wonderful mother in law. I like to say that I’ve been blessed with two mothers in my life. One gave birth to me. The other met me when I was nineteen.
I got married when I was twenty. I sat down with my own mother at her kitchen table about a year after the wedding. I got serious. I’m hardly ever serious so I suppose I got my mother a little nervous. She thought “Oh, is that all.” when I finally came out with what I wanted to discuss with her.
“I have a wonderful mother and father in law. I’ve spent two years not calling them anything. Norman and Alice is just wrong. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly is too formal. I just needed to tell you that I’m going to call them Mom and Dad. Not, Ma and Daddy like I call you guys. But, Mom and Dad. It’s not exactly nicknames. Because……….well………….they are my parents now too.” I said in all seriousness over the tea cups.
My mother just looked at me and said “Well, aren’t you the lucky one.” No jealousy. She wasn’t being snide. She thought I was lucky.
And, I have been.
I suppose during the early years my in-laws started out thinking “She’s nice enough.” “Michael seems awfully fond of her.” “She gave him that look and he knocked it right off!” “I think he loves her with all his heart.” “She has her faults but she seems kind.” “She makes me laugh.” until one day they just plain loved me as their own.
That is special. I know. It doesn’t happen all the time. But, it’s happened to me.
My father in law left this world a few years ago. I can honestly say I miss him every day as I do my own parents. We may come in to this world thinking we’re going to change it in a big way. If you leave people behind that miss you every day? You have changed this world.
I have proven to myself three times now that I’m no big shakes at saying goodbye to parents at funerals. I can get up and do a reading if asked. Writing and reciting my own personal thoughts at a wake is not my thing. I’m thankful my husband read my written words at my father’s wake. He was my Daddy and I was too choked up to speak.
My mother’s funeral is a bit of a blur to me. I mean……. a world without my mother in it? That took some getting used to. A few days weren’t enough. I remember my beautiful sixteen year old daughter up in the choir loft. I remember her glorious voice singing Ave Maria. That is the extent of my memories of that day.
I have my mother in law left to love. She is young for her age. She is the world to her children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren. She is the world to me.
I just thought she should know it. Now, while she can read this.
Alice accepted me the day I walked through her door. If she had any doubts that I was the one for her son she hid it well. She has written to me every week when I was far from home. She never forgot one of our birthdays. Her holiday packages were packed with love. She has been my second mother in good times and in bad times.
She’s laughed with me and cried with me. She’s cooked for me and eaten my cooking. She’s opened up her home to me and enjoyed being a welcomed guest in mine.
She understands me.
She is my friend.
I read a book years ago. It was written by a very well known psychic. A lot of the chapters resonated with me. I was brought up as a Catholic. Religion is Religion to me. I accept the things that my soul tells me are the truth. I exclude other things that feel alien to me.
Some days I’m more in tune with my “soul” than I am on other days.
The author of this book said that we come back to this earth over and over. To learn lessons. To teach lessons. But, the people that populate your inner circle are with you over and over.
That resonated with me.
When my daughter gets bossy I can imagine that she was my mother in another life. When I have a perfect uncomplicated day with my husband I can picture him as a favorite brother. My son is wise and kind and quiet. I can picture him as a kindly Uncle. My best friend Dawn was my sister. And, I’m so thankful to have found her again.
But, my mother in law? A few lives ago we were best friends. We ate popcorn in a warm kitchen. We put together puzzles and told each other stories.
I announced that I had a dream. One day we would come back and be different people. Our souls would be the same but we’d look different. And my friend stared me in the eyes and believed me as she ate her popcorn.
I then described that she would come back and be my mother in law. She stared me down. She told me she believed me.
And, then we both laughed like hell.
Like I said. Alice has always been my friend.