It's not a special day either.
I just suddenly remembered that your birthday is coming soon. Mother-in-law.
I can’t say a word of those beautiful words copied from the Internet.
I suddenly opened the web page to search for some blessings, but the screen was full of "Blessings are like the East Sea, and life is as long as the Southern Mountains." Other than that, it was nothing more than "Not a real mother is better than a real mother." Tsk.
No matter how you say it, it’s all right. But none of it is right.
Just like on the wedding day when I changed my name and called you mom, the moment I shouted those words, the air actually condensed and stagnated for a brief half second. We all know clearly in our hearts that the weight of that word is indeed very heavy, so heavy that we feel a little bit like we can't bear it.
When the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law encounters the word "mother"
Someone online asked: What kind of mother-in-law is a good mother-in-law?
There are so many standard answers: help you take care of the children, don’t interfere with the young couple, treat you as my daughter...
But you are different.
The kind of person you will be when I quarrel with my husband is not the kind of person who scolds him first, but the person who will quietly cook me a bowl of noodles afterwards. If I buy expensive things for you, you will be the kind of person, not the kind of person who talks about "spending money randomly" for three days, but the kind of person who turns around and shows off to his poker friends for a long time.
A bit of a contradiction, isn't it?
Just like you.
My waist was so sore that I couldn't straighten my body, but I insisted on mopping the floor. I grabbed the mop, and you paced back and forth next to me, hating that I didn't mop it clean enough. In the end, the two of them stood aside, staring at the dirty footprints, neither of them willing to give in.
In the end, you made the compromise, muttering "It's up to you," and then walked towards the balcony, ready to water your own flowers.
The words of gratitude to my mother-in-law are actually hidden in the daily burrs.
There is also a popular saying on the Internet: words of gratitude to your mother-in-law are so heart-warming that you cry .
Why are you crying?
How can there be so much pretentiousness in real life. You know that I work overtime until very late, and there is warm rice in the pot. It was the hot water bottle you left at the door when I felt unwell during my period. It's the socks I threw away at random. You muttered and helped me sort them out.
These things are so small that I can't even think of them at ordinary times.
But just today, as I was sitting here trying to write you something, they all popped up.
Like old cotton, soft and old, but warm against the body.
The last words of happy birthday are for you and myself.
Actually, I know it’s difficult for you too.
No one teaches you about being a mother-in-law. You worry that talking too much will bore me, and talking too little will make our relationship seem unfamiliar. So you are always cautious in front of me, and you are obviously polite, which often makes me feel extremely nervous and overwhelmed.
I have seen data in the past that shows that the harmonious relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is directly related to the stability of the entire family. Then our family can be considered a model socialist family, right? Although sometimes there are some small contradictions.
Happy birthday, Mom.
I ordered a cake, which is your favorite durian flavor, although I have said many times that the taste is like forgetting to turn off the gas. My husband made a reservation at a restaurant, the one you always look at twice because it's too expensive every time you pass by.
Don't do anything tonight, don't do any work.
Just be the birthday boy.
After all, this home is called home only if you are there.
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