I look at the mother of a man and realize that not all mother -in -law is like that they say about them. My mom was early on life, my dad raised me alone, so Maria Semenovna became a second mom for me. We lived with my husband, he tried to give his family every free moment. Our twins Tanya and Masha love him. The only thing that does not like me is his friends. I understand that they can not do without them, but sometimes their requests go beyond the limits allowed. One day, a friend called him in the middle of the night with a request to take him from the suburbs because he had a car. Another friend in a single outgoing man got into some kind, so my Sergei flew to him to the donoma.

There are many such cases. At first I suffered, but then began to think about the separation. My only advisor was Maria Semenivna. I shared with her my own homemade, and her reaction has rushed me. She just smiled. I was աwreck, because I wanted to break up with her son, and she rejoiced. Noticing my broken look, she began her story. – Do not think I am happy. I just mentioned my father Sergei. At the beginning of our family life, I was in this situation. Peter was in a good position, knew many useful people, so he often went to help. He wanted to help everyone. At the same time, I was very much on him.

Just like you, I thought about dividing. Then, in Soviet times, it was very difficult to get some thing even my husband. When Sergius was 5 years old, a non -nnal event occurred in our family. From you, a neighbor who fell asleep with the Cirarka, our apartment suffered during a fire. We had nowhere to go with a young child. And here I realized what my friends were. One of the comrades gave us the keys to his cottage and allowed us to live there as much as you need. He told all his comrades about his Kho Sergey. We were helped by everyone who could. Someone with building materials, someone – labor. In general, six months later, we returned to our native walls.

The apartment was completely furnished. As soon as I crossed the threshold of our house, I split and squeezed my neck with a man with a way for his friends. Then I understood all the value of friendship. This case was very united, so since then we have been conducting all the holidays by a large company. I cannot be able to live with my son, but if you love him a little, look at the situation on the other side, – completed her story Maria Semenovna. I was in my mother -in -law. That evening I had something to think about. I began to mention that when we had a night, Sergei always received a hand of help from his comrades.

And they also have their own families. Perhaps their wives, like me, respond to these help gestures. In the morning I woke up with a wonderful idea. – Sergius, I want to get acquainted with your friends. Let’s get this weekend sitting in our country. Invite everyone with your families. I no longer have anxious to see them and thank them for their friendship. Sergei was rushed, but did not argue. After that we began to be friends with families. At every picnic, I do not forget to remember my second mom, because it was Maria Semenovna who inspired me to make this decision. I bow low before her wisdom.