Until I got married, I lived with my parents my entire life.
Everything I saw and heard at home felt completely “normal” to me—simply the way the world worked.
In my family home, I had two grandmothers living with us:
my paternal grandmother and my maternal grandmother.
When I was ten, my mother’s parents renovated our house and moved in.
From then on, the two grandmas spent their days together,
sitting in the living room, drinking tea, and chatting happily for hours.
Growing up watching that warm scene every day,
I had not one but two grandmothers I could rely on unconditionally.
I was spoiled, carefree, and endlessly loved—and I thought that was ordinary.
I didn’t realize how unusual this arrangement was in the real world
until I myself gained a mother-in-law for the first time・・・
When you think about it, “my mother” and “my husband’s mother”
aren’t exactly the easiest combination.
In many households, mixing the two is considered…
well, let’s just say a potentially explosive combination.
Thankfully, both my mother and my mother-in-law get along well whenever they meet—
they laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company.
But living together?
That would be an entirely different story！！！Lol
Looking back now, the daily tea gatherings I witnessed as a child
weren’t just two grandmas casually enjoying each other’s company.
They were built on kindness, respect, patience, self-restraint, and mutual understanding.
A delicate balance I was too young to see.
I recently learned that the opposite of “being taken for granted” is “gratitude.”
It took me 44 years to truly understand that.
From now on, I want to live with more appreciation
for the little moments of happiness in my everyday life. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
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