Our reader Nadine sent us an emotional letter. The fact is that her in-laws invited the whole family over for dinner, leaving her children out. To make matters worse, her husband knew this and approved of this behavior.
This is Nadine’s letter.
We decided to find out what readers think about this situation. All of them found the behavior of the husband and in-laws offensive.
- I have a very short answer that I use on occasion, and that is. When people show you who they are, believe them. Whatever is said now and whatever apologies made, you know who they all are. © Linda Fawcett / Facebook
- If my kids weren’t welcome at whatever function, I wouldn’t go either. © Sandy Freed / Facebook
- I would have left straight away and if my husband didn’t follow, I would have finished my marriage, when it comes to my kids no one wins over them. © Liz Russell Flaherty / Facebook
- I’d ask my hit if he cared about me and the kids. And then I’d leave the restaurant with or without him. © Faye Birkbeck / Facebook
- This happened to us for a wedding. Other kids were there. We drove 3 hours to get there, so we were stuck. That was 40 years ago. I never forgot. © Regina Mason / Facebook
- My children come first, they are not baggage’s … it does not matter if you’re blood or not, kindness should be organic. © M Otto Rittah Rxs / Facebook
- I would seriously consider whether you stay with your husband, as he clearly hasn’t accepted your children. To say that they shouldn’t be at a family gathering because they’re not blood relatives, means he agrees with your in-laws. I can only imagine how your kids feel with their ‘so called’ dad, disowning them in this manner. © James Wood / Facebook
Conflict with in-laws is not uncommon. Here is the story of a young woman who decided to teach her insolent mother-in-law a lesson.
GRANDPARENTS! WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVING A GRANDKID AND LOVING YOUR OWN CHILD?
Oh, the magic of grandparenthood! It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words, isn’t it? You’ve captured it beautifully.
Before I became a grandparent, just like you, I thought my heart was full to bursting with love for my children. Every milestone, every challenge, every moment was etched into my soul. I poured everything I had into raising them, and the love I felt was a force of nature.
Then, my grandchild arrived. And it was like discovering a hidden room in my heart, a room filled with pure, unadulterated joy. There’s a lightness to it, a carefree delight that’s different from the all-consuming love you have for your own children.
It’s true, there’s no pressure of daily discipline, no constant worry about every little thing. You get to be the fun one, the one who whispers secrets and indulges in silly games. You’re the purveyor of extra treats and the safe haven for whispered worries.
For me, the difference lies in the perspective. With my children, I was building their future, guiding them through the complexities of life. It was a hands-on, deeply involved kind of love. But with my grandchildren, I get to savor the present moment. I get to witness their wonder and joy without the weight of responsibility.
It’s a love that’s just as profound, but it’s seasoned with wisdom and a sense of detachment. I can appreciate the fleeting moments of childhood with a deeper understanding, knowing how quickly they pass.
It’s like watching a beautiful play unfold, knowing you’ve played your part in setting the stage, but now you get to sit back and enjoy the performance.
And yes, absolutely, I feel the same! It’s a love that’s both familiar and utterly new, a gift that keeps on giving. It’s a love that proves the heart truly does have endless room to grow.
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