From tea to tequila
I have a terrible mother-in-law who manages to insult me at every family gathering. If it’s not because I’m French, it’s because of my culture, my religion, or simply because I exist.
So when my friend (French too ) told me the story of meeting her Lebanese mother-in-law for the first time, I honestly realized something:
maybe it’s not about culture at all. Maybe it’s just about intelligence and kindness.
When my friend met her M.I.L for the 1st time, it was a 1-to-1 meeting in a bakery in Beirut, so she expected a formal interrogation around a cup of tea and pc of cake .
Instead , her future MIL pulled up in a car, shouted “jump in!”, and took her to do shots in a pub to “break the ice.”
What she thought would be a stressful interview became one of the funniest and warmest nights of her life.
At the end of the evening, her mother-in-law told her:
“You were born Christian, my son was born Muslim… but we all believe in the same God.”
My friend still says today that she is blessed with her mother-in-law.
So… good mothers-in-law do exist! 🥹❤️