I grew up with my grandparents, since I didn’t have a father and my mom needed to support our whole family. In addition to my main job, I took part-time jobs at home, so there wasn’t much communication with my mom. I graduated from the university, started working and decided to live separately. My mother was not against it, she was happy to come and visit me and now we spent a lot of time together, as mother and daughter should.
My mother dreamed that I would marry a decent man who would be a year or two older. But in my life it turned out differently.
My chosen one was five years older than my mother, the same age as my father. I wanted so much to tell my mother about him, about what an interesting man he was, an attractive man. When I first saw him, I thought he was almost the same age as me, maybe a little older. I thought he was the man my mother had dreamed of for me. I found out about his age when we started dating. But I wasn’t embarrassed by our age difference, because I was already head over heels in love.
The thought that he might be married and have children my age began to cross my mind, but I shunned it and left everything for later. Finally I forced myself to ask him the question. He was surprised and laughed merrily, asking me in response why I had procrastinated for so long, if it had tortured me for so long. Mark told me that he had planned his life so that first he would build a career, become independent, be able to support his family, and then get married. At this point all of the points had been met except one: he had still not met the one he wanted to fall asleep with and wake up with. And after that, I heard a declaration of love and a proposal to marry the one without whom I could not imagine myself.
There was still one problem. How to tell my mother about my chosen one, who did not meet her requirements in terms of age? I understood that my mother has no right to forbid me, because I am an adult and responsible for my own life. But I wanted to start my married life with my mother’s blessing. My mother’s reaction was predictable, and I had to break off my relationship with Mark so she would calm down and accept my choice. When the emotions subsided, my mother presented me with her main argument as to why she didn’t want him as my husband. After all, when I would be in my prime, there would be a man of advanced age, and the duties of a wife and mother might be added to those of a caregiver. I laughed and hugged my mother, while reproaching her for looking too far into the future.
I look forward with excitement to the moment when my two closest people meet. I really hope that Mark can change my mother’s mind and prove to her that he is the right man to be a reliable and faithful companion for her daughter.
