Anonymous wrote:I like and respect my MIL, and I met her when I was 19, but I have a mother and don't need additional mother figures. I don't have that relationship with any women in my life other than my actual mom.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I’m with my MIL right now. She has traits that are better or worse than my mom - they’re very different women. I like that she’s a real person with me - asks me about my successes and concerns and shares hers. I also like that (unlike my mom) she’s willing and able to watch our kids a bit when we visit. My FIL is very difficult and my MIL could tell I needed a break today and asked me to lunch. My mom can’t really go out by herself anymore and didn’t do anything for Christmas this year, so it was special that my MIL remembered my favorite candy, made me of my favorite dishes of hers, and picked up a book by an author she thought I’d like.
I hadn’t seen her since December 2019. Both my siblings have their in-laws near by (my brother’s in-laws live with them a few months of the year) and I think it would be a very different relationship in that case. For example, my mom and dad show up at my brother’s house a few times a week expecting dinner. Never mind that my BIL and SIL have jobs and young kids. Also, my DH and I get stressed by the degree to which our parents judge our parenting or try to butt in or parent differently, so I’d say stay out of parenting unless asked or unless something is truly dangerous.
Pp here who wrote the above. I cared about and respected my MiL, but when our older daughter was born prematurely (she was okay, but there were stwo me challenges) and we were overwhelmed my parents just had no clue how to help. They showed up for a weekend and did things like sit and read the paper to “keep me company” when DD was days old. By contrast, when we called MiL in overwhelmed tears she asked for a week off work and flew down. She helped me figure out nursing, cooked, cleaned, gave the baby bottles so I could nap etc. That gift was amazing.
My story is almost exactly the same. My firstborn had the most horrible reflux that lasted for months, and had to be held constantly. DH was posted overseas, and I was overwhelmed. My MIL had to work on Sundays and Mondays, so she actually would fly in every Tuesday and stay til Saturday to help me. She actually took care of all the night feedings for 10 weeks! I can’t even believe it now that I’m remembering it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Unless it’s an underage marriage, these are two adult women who can bond over love for a man they both love in their own ways but there is no need for building child-parent relation. It was a norm because marriages happened at an early age, a 30 year old women doesn’t need parenting.
+1. And I don’t mean this in a negative way at all but we are both adults and can enjoy each other’s company without trying to create a child/parent dynamic.
Anonymous wrote:Unless it’s an underage marriage, these are two adult women who can bond over love for a man they both love in their own ways but there is no need for building child-parent relation. It was a norm because marriages happened at an early age, a 30 year old women doesn’t need parenting.
Anonymous wrote:It's gentle advising/knowing when to butt out/be quiet and advice/guidance comes from genuinely caring about you, not from satisfying their own needs.
Anonymous wrote:This is the wrong crowd to ask that question.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Never, ever try to “be a mother” to someone unless they specifically say they want you to be a mother figure in their life. I have a mother. One. When she dies, there will not be anyone who can take her place.
My MIL tried to be “like a mother” to me from the jump, never mind that I have not only a mother, but aunts and older female friends of my parents. The first step toward closeness is getting to know someone, so when she failed to see that I had a lot of women in my life who I looked to already for support, guidance and care, she was ignoring a lot of important things about me. We’ve never been close, because she didn’t start at 1 with me; she tried to start at 10.
Bitter much?