My former mother-in-law had a heart attack recently and the news about her collapse dug up some latent emotions. I was surprised at my reaction.
I haven't seen Lena in over 17 years and keep track of her only through my daughters' visits with her. The disintegration of our relationship was the result of divorce between her son and me in 1990; it was next to impossible for us to be friends anymore. Not only were we separated by 150 miles but by a generation that took sides; my mother with me and his mother with him. In the process and pain of divorce, I lost a wonderful mother-in-law and, now that I'm a mother-in-law and grandmother, maybe a woman who would have been a friend.
As a young bride I moved closer to my husband's family, leaving mine far behind for the first time in my life. And I'll tell you, trying to navigate and anchor into a new family is not easy. Young and immature, I compared his family to mine and his came up short! Of course, my self-imposed obstacles made it harder for me to fit in at first. It was Lena's simple, innate goodness that helped me find a comfortable way to be part of her family.
A traditional, Italian mother who shared recipes, family stories and advice (but only when asked), she grew in my esteem as the years passed. Never critical when I did something wrong. Undemanding when sharing holiday time. Complimentary with the way I raised my daughters. Understanding when I put her family on the back burner for mine...she was a true role model.
I also try to extend grace-filled considerations to the delightful people my children love, and I can only hope they will have the same feelings about me. I think life's all about cultivating, maintaining and remembering relationships even when separated by unexpected circumstances.
What do you think about mother-in-laws?