Even though my husband had died, the holidays were coming up, and I couldn’t get over how excited I was to make a big family meal. Like every year, things were going to be fine until my daughter-in-law said something out of the blue that made the kitchen smell bad. Marge wrote to Bright Side and told us her story.I often went to bed hungry after my husband died. I only made heartier meals when my son came to visit over the holidays.
He got married this year. I made them dinner, and all of a sudden, his wife changed this happy moment into a painful memory that will stay with me forever. I was busy making Christmas dinner a week after my son got married. I was making gravy and cooking the turkey. Gia, my daughter-in-law, walked into the kitchen without saying a word and took a critical look at my food.
Even though I thought something was wrong, I kept working. Then she said something shocking that shocked me: “You know, maybe this time we should order food.” It’s Christmas, and I don’t want anyone to hate the food you make. The steady chopping stopped for a moment as my heart sank. When I looked at my son, I thought he might say something to defend me, but he didn’t. He avoided my eyes. I took a deep breath and calmed down after feeling hurt and confused. It was important to me that Gia’s words didn’t ruin the holiday mood.
Even though Gia wasn’t sure, the house soon filled with the delicious smell of a home-cooked meal. There were happy decorations on the dinner table, and each dish showed how much love and work I put into making it. Gia’s doubts went away with each tasty bite as the family gathered.”Mom, this is amazing,” he said with a smile. I have no idea why Gia didn’t trust your food. It’s great news for Christmas!”
I smiled and thanked him for what he said. Gia also said she had been wrong. We laughed, told stories, and enjoyed the love of family as the day went on. The stress that started out turned into a sense of community, which shows that the best recipes are all about the ingredients and the love that went into making them. My daughter-in-law whispered to me as she ate cake, “I had no idea you were such a great cook.”
I’m sorry I didn’t give you enough credit; I appreciate this wonderful dinner.” Right then, I realized that a good meal and a willingness to forgive could help clear up any confusion. We were fed and warmed up at Christmas, which strengthened the bonds that held our family together.