Being welcomed into my husbands family

I think back when I first felt welcomed into my husbands family. We just started dating at the age of 20. I was visiting Canada from Denmark for 10 months. Gene invited me to his house and his mom and step father were very warm, accepting and down to earth. I felt right away that they were pleased to meet me. I could be me. As time went and Gene and I got married, I felt the love of my mother in law and father in law through many acts of kindness.  You see my Mom had a hard time accepting Gene after we eloped. He never felt welcomed by my parents. We weren’t treated like a married couple. It was so different then my in laws welcome. There was no welcome for my husband. Like he had taken something that wasn’t his. A heavy burden to carry.

Illustrated Lives

I got this book from my husband for Christmas. His first time step in encouraging my creativity. I appreciate the gesture. I longed to be creative for so long , paint, do something artistic but been full of excuses, not believed I could, sabotaged even beginning to. Now I’m finished talking, thinking, doubting. I will take small steps, be brave, do something, anything. It feels good. I’m coming out of this shell. I am on this journey for pure pleasure and enjoyment. Not for anyone else but me.

Are you alright ?

I can’t always know by body language, facial expressions or even by words how a love one is really doing. They have to feel is safe , ok to share how things really are with them. I must put away my expectations about how I wish them to be. Take and accept them and myself where we both are at. I do not have to rescue, just be there and acknowledge people for how they are at this time in this place. Still it’s not easy but I keep trying.