So tonight, as I was washing the floor, I became quite pensive. Yes, it’s Saturday night and my activities consist of marinading shrimp and mopping a tile floor – sounds fun, I know! Just so you know, I have been drinking beer, so it really hasn’t been that bad!
My thoughts drifted to my mother-in-law as I was wisking the broom to-and-fro. Strangely, this is a common occurance as I wash our brown tiles (not something I do as often as I should, mind you). I say it is strange because I have probably seen her mop a floor twice in the years I have known her; it’s not a regular occurance for her as they have a maid. Most young brides have probably followed the same line of thought, though. Casually, I turned to my husband and asked him if he thought I was similar to his mother when she first got married. It was in this very town my in-laws conceived my husband (they have shared on numerous occasions).
He laughed and I gathered my thoughts again. “They say most men marry women they consider to be similar to their mothers,” I quipped. He then asked me if I thought my sister-in-law was similar to his mother. His words were true.
As much as I differ from my friend Tracy my Mother-in-law and I are quite different. We really aren’t similar at all. I can imagine her as the girl in school who spoke her mind and made everyone laugh. Whereas I was in the shadows, never making any ripples, always there to listen.
I admire her. In Córdoba she proudly told family that I learn from her, and it’s true (we buy the same bleach after her reccomendation)! She has many qualities that I aspire to have as a great wife and mother.
Thinking about friends back home and their mother-in-laws I really don’t see that many similarities. Maybe that saying just isn’t true, or maybe it is and we are unable to see the resembence.
I was mopping and marinading for our guests tomorrow, my in-laws.