From the day I met them, I got along well with my husband's parents. The day of our marriage, they took me in as their own daughter, and encouraged a good relationship between the four of us - maybe it's because with 11 children they had had a lot of practice!
They involved us in decisions, and before the pandemic asked questions about future plans, such as "Would you like us to visit you guys this year? What time of the year would be best?" They even understood when we “shared” holidays, spending time with my folks one year and them the next.
Beyond just remembering birthdays, they also called just to talk with me for no particular reason sometimes. I loved those talks, even though they were usually brief. The conversations always ended in an expression of their love for me; and in my expressing my gratitude to them for raising such a wonderful son and for teaching my husband how to be such a great Dad to our four children.
With this kind of frequent and positive communication going on, and with all of us being flexible and open-minded, it's hard to find any reason for bad feelings between us. Sadly, my husband lost his mom to cancer. But his amazing dad has kept the traditions alive, continuing to call often, and sending out birthday cards to all 35 of his grandkids!! Wow. What a blessing good parents are to their posterity. I have learned so, so much from them.
Glenda
What I Learned From My In-Laws
