I must admit, I have an aversion to the idea of my son’s future partner. The thought of him spending holidays with her family or always bending to her wishes doesn’t sit well with me.
Currently, my son is just ten years old, which means there’s no partner yet. But I find it essential to be proactive about these feelings. I often share my anticipatory grievances with other mothers of boys. When I reveal my preemptive annoyance about his future wife, I receive a mix of polite curiosity and sympathetic nods. The phrase I’ve come to loathe surfaces often: “A son is a son until he takes a wife; a daughter is a daughter for life.” This sentiment doesn’t resonate with me, especially since I have a daughter who I know will always be close.
Then there are those moms who see things differently. They tell me, “You have to let them go,” or “We all grow up,” and even “I adore my daughter-in-law!” In those moments, I can’t help but give them a look that suggests they’ve just invited me to explore a creepy basement alone at night.
A Surprising Moment
One afternoon, my son got off the bus, holding a crumpled piece of paper, his expression serious. “I need to tell you something,” he began, revealing that he likes a girl who likes him back but is moving away soon. He wants to call her.
Surprisingly, I didn’t freak out. Instead, I felt a rush of excitement for him. I tried to act casual as I said, “Alright, let’s do this.” I watched him dial the number, his focus intense. Hearing him politely ask her mother if he could speak to her daughter filled me with joy—the first of many small victories. His triumphant fist pump when he got to talk to her was priceless. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I overheard him stammering through their first phone call. “So—(long pause)—how’s your family?”
Realizations and Reflections
A couple of days later, I took her out for ice cream after school. I paid and then discreetly positioned myself in a corner, pretending not to know them. The sight of them laughing and enjoying their ice cream brought tears to my eyes. His happiness made me realize that I had been selfish, thinking my loss would overshadow his joy.
I had always seen my son’s growth as a personal loss. But it was time to change my perspective. Every achievement of his—whether a hit in baseball, a good grade, or a funny joke—felt like my own victory. His happiness is my happiness.
I’ve come to appreciate the bittersweet nature of motherhood. My son is still my little boy, twirling me around in the bathroom while singing, but I also want him to embrace love and partnership when the time comes.
Reflecting on all of this, I see that whoever wins my son’s heart will indeed be fortunate. I no longer view her as a rival but as a potential addition to our family. So, if my future daughter-in-law happens to read this, here’s my suggestion: Christmas will be at our place! Welcome to the family.
Further Reading
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In summary, while I initially felt fear about my son’s growing independence and future relationships, I’ve learned to embrace his happiness and joy. This journey of motherhood has made me realize that love is meant to be shared, not hoarded.