The woman I call mom isn’t the woman who brought me into this world. She is the woman who saved me in my darkest hour. She May Not Have Given Birth To Me But She Gave Me Life. The woman who showed me that other people’s actions are not mine to own. That I couldn’t control their actions the only actions I am responsible for were my own.
She lifted a heavy weight off of me when I felt like I was drowning in despair and showed me what it was to be loved by a mother. She never says the words “I love you” because she doesn’t have to because she shows me with her actions.
She sat in silence with me as I shut the world out because she knew that is what I needed in order to heal. Standing up for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. Never pushing me only guiding me as I put the pieces of my life back together one painful piece at a time.
Looking back on everything we have been through together it was like nothing I ever experienced. She did something that less than a handful of people have done in my life. Stayed, she stayed with me and never gave up on me.
She May Not Have Given Birth To Me But She Gave Me Life
This woman I am talking about is technically my mother-in-law., but she is my mom. She sees me as her child and does not treat me any differently than she does her own son. I have known her since I was 15-years old. She had no issues putting me in a time-out whenever I got in trouble. It is actually one of my favorite memories. I think we were 18 when we got in trouble and put us both in time-out for exactly 18-minutes. She probably should have separated us because we laughed and teased her the whole time.
Whenever I would go through something in my family, she would listen to me and tell me the same thing over and over again.
“You can’t control what other people say and do. You can only control how much you let it affect you.”
Giving me a different perspective instead of feeding into the chaos that I seemed to be surrounded by. She took it all in stride and created a bond with me that can never be broken. I am her daughter and that is how she treats me. Do we always agree? Nope! Do we always get along? That’s an another Nope. We are like any other mother and daughter.
She helps with raising my son and it can be hard at times, but I know she loves him more than life itself. The sun rises and sets with her kids and grandson. Nothing else matters to her. Her coworkers used to look at her weird whenever she said her kids. She technically only gave birth to my husband. She didn’t see it that way. In her eyes, she took care of me, guided me, and loved me as if I was her own.
I know a lot of women who can’t stand their mother-in-law’s, but that’s not the case for me. Don’t misunderstand me she can still drive me crazy just like any other mom does to their kids. But that is what all moms do and I have learned to deal with it just like any other daughter.
Knowing that no matter what is going on she will be there for me and for that I am forever grateful. She is not just my mom she is my best friend.