Her mother-in-law calls mine. Should I call my mother-in-law a mother? Love for grandma

My sister Please write a story about the family in French. If you need it as a basis, then here in Russian:

My family is small. There are four of us: dad, mom, my sister and me. I am 11 years old. My sister is 15. Mom is 36, and dad is 39. My mother's name is Tanya. And dad Dmitry. My sister's name is Masha. My mom is a housewife, and my dad fixes cars.

Please, Oochen please.

Somewhere a girl moves with someone (there is no mother, by the way, mother was a very strong witch, but this is recognized at the end) at school, on the first day, she meets three girls (witches), it turns out that she is also a witch, and they spend some kind of blue rituals. There is also some kind of saleswoman who helps them (whether she is a witch or not, I don't know, but she definitely helps them all) at the end they throw her or she (but I don't remember exactly) ... In short, they start fighting against each other, she starts to lose, she realizes that her mother is also a witch and has always kept in touch with her, well, you know, then she overcame them (they lost their strength ... blah blah blah) and she lives far ...
The end

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My mom gave me a teddy bear on March 8th last year. As soon as I saw her, I immediately fell in love with her. And on the same day I gave her the name Vatrushka, and if you call it affectionately it is Vatrushka.

The cheesecake is not big, but very cute. Her muzzle is always with a joyful grin. The nose is small pink. Vatrushechka's eyes are affectionate. On the paws are pads with pink hearts. And her ears are the same with pink hearts.

The cheesecake is my sweetest plush friend. And I can tell her all my secrets, because I know that she will not tell anyone.

What needs to be crossed out, described in more detail, in short, write what is missing here!

Our hunting dog, Laika, came to us from the banks of Biya, and in honor of this Siberian river we named it Biya. But soon this Biya for some reason is with us

turned into Byushka, everyone began to call Byushka Vyushka.

We hunted a little, but she served us well as a watchman. You will go hunting, and be sure: Vyushka will not let the stranger.

This cheerful dog, this Vyushka, everyone likes: ears, like horns, a tail with a ringlet, white teeth, like garlic. She got two bones from dinner. Receiving the gift, Vyushka unfolded the ring of her tail and lowered it down with a log. This meant for her anxiety and the beginning of the vigilance necessary for protection - it is known that in nature there are many hunters on bones. With her tail down, Vyushka went out onto the grass-ant and took care of one bone, while she put the other next to her.

Then, out of nowhere, magpies: gallop, gallop! - and to the very nose of the dog. When Vyushka turned her head to one - grab! another magpie on the other hand grab! - and took the bone away.

It was late autumn, and this summer's magpies were quite adults. They stayed here with the whole brood, in seven pieces, and from their parents they learned all the secrets of theft. Very quickly they peeled off the stolen bone and, without thinking twice, were going to take the second from the dog.

They say that the family is not without its black sheep, the same happened in the magpie family. Out of seven forty-one came out not that completely silly, but somehow with a kick and with pollen in my head. Now it was the same: all six forty made a correct attack, in a large semicircle, looking at each other, and only one Upstart galloped foolishly.

- Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta! - all the magpies chirped.

They meant:

- Jump back, jump as it should, as the whole magpie community needs it!

- Tra-la-la-la-la! - answered Upstart.

This meant to her:

- Download as you should, and I - as I myself want.

So, for her own fear and risk, the Upstart jumped to Vyushka herself in the expectation that Vyushka, stupid, would rush at her, throw out the bone, she would contrive and take the bone away.

Vyushka, however, understood Upstart's plan well and not only did not rush at her, but, noticing Upstart with a slanting eye, freed the bone and looked in the opposite direction, where in a regular semicircle, as if reluctantly, she jumped! and they will think - six smart forty were advancing.

This moment, when Vyushka turned her head away, Upstart seized for her attack. She grabbed the bone and even managed to turn in the other direction, managed to hit the ground with her wings, raise dust from under the grass-ant.

And just one more moment to get up in the air, just one moment! Only, just to get up the magpie, as Vyushka grabbed the tail and the bone fell out.

The upstart escaped, but the whole rainbow long magpie tail remained in Vyushka's teeth and stuck out of her mouth with a long, sharp dagger.

Has anyone seen a magpie without a tail? It’s hard to even imagine what this shiny, colorful and nimble egg thief would turn into if her tail was cut off. It happens that the naughty village boys catch a horsefly, stick in a straw and let this big strong fly fly with such a long tail - horrible muck! Well, so, this is a fly with a tail, and here - a magpie without a tail; whoever is surprised at a fly with a tail will be even more surprised at a magpie without a tail. Then nothing of the magpie remains in this bird, and for nothing you will not recognize in it not only a magpie, but also any bird: it’s just a motley ball with a head.

Tailless Upstart sat down on the nearest tree, all the other six forty flew to her. And it was evident from all the magpie chirping, through all the fuss that there is no greater shame in a magpie's life than to lose a magpie's tail. question: why did the story told by privshin end up like this?

To get married means to bring a lot of new things into your life.

And if not, then you will have to go out to the common kitchen every day and somehow contact the parents of your beloved. How to call them: "mom" and "dad"? Or officially: by name and patronymic? With fathers-in-law, everything is easier: men in this situation show more understanding and generosity. But with the mother-in-law on this basis, the first offenses may arise. So what should you do? Suddenly, for no reason at all, to call "mom" in general, a stranger to you? And where is the guarantee that she wants it? What if she prefers to keep a reasonable distance and this treatment will jar her too? Stop at the cool "Marya Ivanovna" and relax? But won't this become an eternal thorn in the relationship? What to do?!

Shift this problem onto the shoulders of the husband. And do it before the wedding. Ask him to turn to his mother with something like this: “Mom, Olya (that is, you) is worried, does not know how to call you:“ mom ”or something else. What do you think?". Such a statement of the question will flatter her vanity: the girl is worried, which means that it is important for her. The first undoubted "plus" in your piggy bank of virtues. The second nuance: the decision has to be made by her - this is another bow towards her importance. Such an alignment will set a woman on a wave of generosity: it is quite possible that she will wave her hand and say: "Yes, how convenient it is for her!" In this case, you get the freedom of action approved by her, call her as your heart desires. Within reason, of course! ..

My favorite group, Sector Gaz, had such a wonderful song, Lullaby, in which the unforgettable Yura Khoy sang: “Your mother-in-law is my mother, we are tired of helping us, your mother is my mother-in-law, blood drank from me”. Mother-in-law and blood rhyme gorgeous (pure classics), and in general this is a long-established stereotype: mother-in-law and mother-in-law are strangers' mothers, whose meaning of existence is to spoil your life.

I read a lot about how to properly build relationships with my mother-in-law, I wanted to write these tips. But I thought that I have a rich personal experience of communicating with my mother-in-law, or rather, mother-in-law. Mendelssohn's waltz in my mortal life sounded more than once, maybe this is a sad moment, of course. I was officially married three times. And all my husbands had moms and dads. Now we are talking about moms.

My first mother-in-law, Albina Isaakovna, a beautiful woman externally and internally, at the wedding said: "Now, Lena, you have become my daughter." And she said this not for a catchphrase, and it happened, although she had a real daughter and even a granddaughter. I fell in love with my mother-in-law as I loved my husband, it is impossible not to love a woman, with the same dark brown mischievous look from under the fluffy curved eyelashes, like my beloved. I didn’t call her mom just because I was afraid that my husband would call my mom mom. This I could not allow anyone! Albina Isaakovna always found a kind word for me, supported me in everything and, to be honest, gave me gorgeous gifts. Once I decided to bake pies, started a dough (and at that time I was not an expert in cooking, but was only the only daughter of my parents, naturally spoiled and not in the mood for creation, living by the principle of consumption). So, after making a mess with the dough, I hid it away to throw it away later, deciding to buy ready-made pies in the pavilion. The mother-in-law saw my "creation", without hysterics and sarcasm brought it to mind, called me, and together we baked wonderful pies. And at dinner in front of her father-in-law and son, she said that I was a fine fellow and that she dreamed about such a wife for her son, passing off her pies for mine. When privately I asked her why she did it, she replied: “Well, you started making dough, so you wanted to bake pies, but desire is the basis of everything. You wanted to please my son and all of us, I appreciate it. " She taught me a lot and is still an object to follow, all our relationships were permeated with her wisdom, endless warmth. And even when we parted with my husband, I was sorry to part with his mother, I missed her. But I didn't have to be bored for a long time, I got married again ...

To be honest, I expected a cold welcome from the mother of my second spouse: a slender, fashionable city woman, only 13 years older than me. Her only son, a designer, esthete and perfectionist, is marrying an older, overweight divorced woman. If I were in her place, I would, without hiding righteous anger, with aplomb and pathos, have let one down the stairs. But Valentina was not like that. She introduced herself simply: "Sasha's mom." And for a long time I did not know what to call her, but since the age difference between us and her was small, I began to call her Valya. Later, at some family celebration, her friend reprimanded me, saying that friendship is friendship, and the mother-in-law should be called mom or at least aunt. I began to call her Aunt Valya, although this fictional nephew slightly smacked of incest. Aunt Valya treated me with warmth and care, I responded in kind. She always felt some kind of inconvenience that our wedding was not as pompous and rich as my wedding with my first husband. And she decided that I would definitely have the most luxurious ring, took me to the store to buy a diamond ring. We bought a ring and were happy to get home, met her classmate on the way, she introduced me: "This is my daughter-in-law." To which she said: "How many brothers do you have?" She thought her daughter-in-law was her brother's wife. After all, we looked like the same age. I was very depressed, I thought my mother-in-law would gloat, but she, on the contrary, told me: “Do not be upset, she is blind, and I just gave birth early, and the brothers all marry only young ones.” She translated the conversation to how she was very young in love with her husband and gave birth to a son, talked about what a miracle it was to be a mother, how she looked at Sasha and could not imagine that she had once lived without him ... and you need to be a bright person in order to steer this situation. I parted with my husband, but we still communicate with his mother.

The mother of my third husband is a Muscovite, a refined intellectual, the main tenant of a three-room apartment on Vorobyovy Gory. Could she welcome a twice-divorced provincial woman with open arms? As it turned out, she could! Having gone to the capital in search of happiness in the literary field, I suddenly felt that I vitally needed a Moscow residence permit. My MCH promised to register me at his place. But the ZhU said that only parents, spouses and children are prescribed. Then he invited me to formalize the relationship. After registering the marriage, my new mother-in-law laid the festive table and said: "Give me the documents, tomorrow I will issue a registration" ...

To all of the above, I wanted to show that the mother-in-law is someone's mother, and not just someone's, but the mother of your loved one. The mother of your spouse is a special person, I must say right away that they usually write that you need to treat her with maximum respect, keep your distance. I did not have such a position. If you really love your husband, you a priori cannot be annoyed by the woman, thanks to whom your loved one was born. It is impossible to keep a distance with her; it is better to build a relationship on trust and love. It is the mother-in-law who will tell you about what her son loves most, about his culinary and literary preferences, about what he was fond of as a child, how he met the pot and said his first words. If all this is interesting to you, the mother-in-law will understand that you are exactly the woman with whom her son is on the way.

I am a mother myself and once said to my seven-year-old son: "You have no idea, the greatest happiness is to be near you." And she thought: "After all, this happiness must be earned!" And almost every mother thinks so. Put yourself in her place, and it will be easier for you to understand your mother-in-law.

When we get married or get married, our relatives immediately double in number. And all are called somehow. You can't remember it right away. No, well, you can't confuse your mother-in-law with anyone! But we'll figure it out with the rest now ...

New relatives of the wife (bride)

Mother-in-law - this is the husband's mother. For the mother-in-law - her son's wife will daughter-in-law.

Father-in-law - this is the husband's father. For the father-in-law - his son's wife will daughter-in-law.

Sister-in-law - this is her husband's sister. For the sister-in-law, her brother's wife will daughter-in-law.

Brother-in-law - this is the husband's brother. For the brother-in-law, his brother's wife will daughter-in-law.

New relatives of the husband (groom)

Mother-in-law - this is the wife's mother. For a mother-in-law, her daughter's husband will son-in-law.

Who is the father-in-law

Father-in-law - this is the wife's father. For the father-in-law, as for the mother-in-law, the husband of their daughter - son-in-law.

Brother-in-law is the wife's brother. For his brother-in-law, his sister's husband, as well as for his parents - son-in-law.

Sister-in-law is the wife's sister. For the sister-in-law, as well as for the brother-in-law, the husband of their sister will son-in-law.

New family ties between the parents of the bride and groom

Svatya - this is the mother of one of the spouses for the parents of the other spouse.

Matchmaker - the father of one of the spouses for the parents of the other spouse.

Brother-in-law - this is the husband of one sister in relation to the husband of another. Any family ties between people who are not in close relationship are also called in-law.

Who are the godfathers

Kum and godfather - godfather and mother, but not for the godson, but among themselves and in relation to the parents and relatives of the godson.

Other relatives

All other relatives of your husband / wife will be named for you the same as for him / her. If your husband has a niece, she remains a niece for you. And you will be her uncle's wife for her.