We are supposed to avoid and abhor them, not applaud and adore them. Movies show them being thrown from a train or tied to the roof of a moving station wagon. Cartoons show daughters- and sons-in-law hiding behind their newspapers to avoid conversations, or changing the locks (even the address!) to prevent their visits. How was it, then, that I was so lucky to be blessed with a gem of a mother-in-law? Maybe I just chose the right husband, one who is a living legacy of his mother’s kindness and love.
It wasn’t as though I needed a mother. My very own was the sweetest woman to walk the Earth. We were true soul mates, and I loved her beyond measure. But I learned through the years to make room for another: my dear mother-in-law.
