I met my in-laws a year ago at this time. I was terrified. I wanted them to like me, and for me to like them. I thought I would just be meeting his parents and maybe an aunt and uncle. Instead, I met basically EVERYONE. Parents, three aunts, two uncles, two sets of grandparents, one great grandma, and some cousins. I think that’s everyone. Yup. I about peed my pants. I was so nervous. Everything went fine, like I pretty much knew it would, but there is always that doubt in the back of your mind that your boyfriends mom will hate you.
I got so lucky. I always said I would want to love my new family as much as my own since we will be spending holidays and birthdays together. I do love them. They are wonderful. All of my grandparents passed on many years ago and it’s nice having the older generation in my life again. We don’t get to see them very often, but now that we have moved a little closer that will hopefully change.
I grew up with two older sisters who both got married while I was 17 and 18. J grew up with an older brother, which makes me the only girl, other than his mom obviously. It was (and still kind of is) a little weird. I grew up talking about girl stuff all the time and now I get to listen to sports and cars and…guy stuff.
They are also incredibly patient about wanting to be grandparents. I know people who get pressured to start having wee tots right after the wedding. Not with them. It’s nice. I have a lot of other strangers in my life asking when we are going to start a family so it’s great to not have to listen to it at home.
Since I met his parents in July and we got engaged in September, I think I had seen his parents maybe a couple more times before he proposed…maybe. They accepted me with open arms and welcomed me into the family. After we got married, we lived two hours away from his mom and dad so we haven’t been able to see them a lot. That will change now that it’s only an hour. I’m looking forward to getting to know them so much more as the years go on.