A: Ma'am, we were able to save her!
Here's the thing about mothers-in-law: you're supposed to hate them. They are supposed to make your life worse, criticize your cooking, your housekeeping, your child-rearing, and make you feel like no one (including you) is good enough for her perfect, shitting-rainbows, talented, handsome son. Why he chose you is beyond her.
I first met Cyndi when I was 14 years old. I was fast friends with Josh, and her very first words to me were: "so, you're the girl he's been on the phone with everyday."
Simma, sass face.
Q: What is the ideal weight for a MIL?
A: About 2.3lbs, including the urn.
Cyndi got used to me being around - she couldn't get rid of me, really. Being at their house became part of my daily routine. When I started teaching, I would take my lunch breaks with Dennis & Cyndi for coffee and General Hospital, everyday, without fail.
Q: What do you do if you miss your MIL?
A: Reload and try again.
When Maddie was born, I knew it was coming. Don't give too much. You're not giving her enough. She should sleep with you. She shouldn't sleep with you. I didn't do it that way.
Instead, I got support. And Starbucks. A lot of Starbucks. And butt pillows.
I'm sorry you have hemorrhoids. Do you want me to get you a donut pillow?
What is the difference between turkey and mother-in-law?
Instead, I got support. And Starbucks. A lot of Starbucks. And butt pillows.
I'm sorry you have hemorrhoids. Do you want me to get you a donut pillow?
There is no difference: both are the best when they are cold on the table.
I anticipated a meddling mother-in-law, unhelpful and judgmental.
What I got was a mother-in-law who loves me like I'm her own, a woman who stopped everything in her life to take care of me and Maddie when I was on bed rest for NINE MONTHS with the twins, a woman who is unwavering in her support of whatever I am doing, a woman who counsels me, a woman who prays for me, a woman who makes me laugh, cry, spit, swear, and laugh again, a woman who steps in when there's a need, a woman who loves my kids more than life itself, a woman who is a confidant, a woman who encourages me and rallies me when I'm down, a woman who cares for our kids when we need someone and we don't trust strangers, a woman who organizes my kitchen when I move because I would rather poke my eyeball with a dull pencil, a woman who has seen me at my best and at my worst and loves me all the same.
Happy 60th Birthday to the best mother-in-law on the planet. Thank you for not being a psychotic, meddling mother-in-law. I cannot thank the Lord enough for getting you as a mother-in-law. Thank you for being all who you are and more.
