My Mother-In-Law Is The Reason Why I Have A Life Outside My Job

Anonymous Anonymous in Your Story on 25 February, 2018

“Aai, I am leaving for work.” This is always followed by “Have you taken your tiffin, mobile, money, id card and spectacles?” This is the regular weekday morning checklist. Sunday morning 7 am starts off with cajoles, “eat your breakfast. Carry something to eat. You would be home only by 2:00 pm from college.” Very few married women are blessed to have such a wonderful start to their day. I suppose you must have guessed it right. This is the daily routine of me and my mother-in-law. This relationship has matured over time.

This daughter-in-law and mother-in-law journey started off 10 years ago with insecurity, distrust and jealousy. Typical, isn’t it?

How she expected me to be the stereotype daughter-in-law with green bangles and bindis and how I craved to run into my mother’s arms and cry my heart out. I wanted her to be my mother, my confidante. I longed to put my head in her lap and sleep. The root of the strained relationship was space in my marital home.

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Yes, this is one of the major reasons why many relationships and marriages go kaput. House hunting started off with my hubby and me zeroing on 2 BHK and 3 BHK houses.

Our family was kept informed that a bigger place meant we were staying together. With two years into our marriage and us planning for a baby, it was not going to be easy on our pockets. Finally, we moved into a 3 BHK. Initially, it was just my husband and me. With us going the family way, my mother-in-law and father-in-law moved in with us. My son was just 6 months old and I had exhausted all my maternity leaves and work from home options.

“Don’t worry. You work. You pursue your career. He is my grandchild. I will look after him.”

This continues to remain the assurance for the past 7 years. I do not don the green bangles and bindis, save for Vata Savitri. But I still get to sleep in her lap. I do cook her favourite fish curry on Saturdays when I am at home and she manages the show for all six days of the week. I insist on her presence in all our trips and outings.

Her birthdays are special for me. When my son cut his seventh birthday cake, I just could not hold back my tears and my gratitude for the main woman in my life.
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