My Hubs Mom, post number 11 of gratefulness.

I met her when I was 16. It was a huge family party. Easter I think or maybe it was his little sister's birthday, either way, all parties in that family were huge and they have just gotten bigger as the kids have had many of their own kids. I don't remember which party was first. I was scared. Who wouldn't be scared? I had heard things about my boyfriend's family. Good things, but none the less I didn't know if I would hold up to what I thought were some pretty strict standards. I laugh now, because it was just me. People put themselves through so much when they think they are being judged. What I didn't know then was, my boyfriend really loved me and no matter what, they would love me too. We also had a very strong bond, we share a love; the boy.

So over the years his mom and I have come to be close and good friends. I am grateful for the relationship my husband and his mom have, this enabled us to have a strong start to our relationship. I am grateful she has always been there for my husband. Among many other times, the most important was my surgery . My in laws drove to Milwaukee to be there for the Hubs, well and for me. It was great, between my mom and his parents I didn't worry he wouldn't have an outlet, if needed.  They also stayed the night and made sure everything was good with me the next day before they headed home. They came back somewhere in the middle of my stay. At least I think they did. I was on so many drugs, it's amazing I remember anything from that period of time. Must be the PTSD that makes me remember? 

We don't get to see them as much as we used to, that's a lot to do with me. I am not up to being out and about as much as I used to. My first priority has always been my kids and then family, well ultimately God, Hubs, Kids then family. But now after the kids are taken care of, I don't have much left in me to share with others. She understands, I am sure there is disappointment  but she does well not making me feel guilty. There are some people that would make you feel guilty for how many times I have had to back out of things, but not her. For that I am grateful. My heart is still in the right place, my body just fails me more times than I can count, or would like to admit. So this post, I hope, shows I am grateful for one of the two mommies I inherited from my hubby. Happy Mother's Day mom!
~Scar