We arrived at the airport. I checked her in. Submitted the baggage. After that we got her boarding pass for the plane that would take her to Belorussia, and then home to Uzbekistan.
Then we walked slowly towards the gates where we had to separate. We both understood that we were not going to see each other for at least a year after that.
As we were slowly walking towards the gates, she said: “Thank you! I enjoyed my stay in Prague very much.”
I smiled not looking at her and said “You are most welcome!”
She went on: “If you come to Uzbekistan next summer, I will marry you up.” [What a twist of subject!] She said the last phrase with such an intonation that you could assume a marriage was an exciting reward for me for coming back to Uzbekistan on holidays.
“Mom, you don’t understand. Please do not rush me. I have plans that I want to accomplish before building a family. Let me tell you my plans for the next five years. Let me tell you my dreams,” I told her in my imagination. In a perfect world this would be what I’d tell her. But this time, given the current circumstances, I just said “It’s too early.”
Notice how my opinion is not even consulted on this important matter. She does not ask questions like “WHO do you want to marry?”, “WHEN do you want to have your wedding?”, “Do you want to marry, anyway?” She rather makes a statement: “I WILL marry you up.”
Don’t get me wrong though. I want to build my own family [Who does not?] I do understand that my mother didn’t ask me those questions because she knows me probably better than anybody else. But what’s frustrating to me is that she just doesn’t let me communicate my thoughts and feelings.
“Early?” she exclaims playfully. “Maybe it is early for you, but it is getting late for me.”
“What do you mean it is getting late for you?”
“I am getting old. I want to see my grandchildren.”
“Mom, come on. You are not old.”
“And I want a daughter. Do you understand? I don’t need a daughter-in-law. I want to have someone in our house, who will be like a real DAUGHTER for me.”
In most of the cases the relationship between a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law is not particularly warm. I even heard such extreme cases when mothers made their sons divorce just because those mothers “didn’t get on well” with their daugthers-in-law. I remember how often my grandma would give a frowning look [sometimes even shouts] at my mother, at the time when she lived under one roof with my father’s family. This problem of “women-in-law” has always been one of the most common and painful ones.
One of my countrymen [who is soon getting married] said the following about a month ago: “Our wives are not going to live only with us. They will live with our families as well. So it’s not only you who has to like your wife. Before making a proposal I will make sure that my wife suits my parents too. Otherwise, there is no way for me to marry her. Besides, there are thousands of girls out there, but we have only one mother and one father.” His arguments are quite cogent, except the last one: What if I don’t need thousands? What if I need only a single girl?
Once I read somewhere: “Marriage should not be an emotional decision. It must be a rational one.” Now, this one makes sense, doesn’t it?
Anyway… After giving me a long and warm hug, mom entered the gates. After an hour she left Czech Republic and after four hours she messaged me “We’ve landed safely in Minsk. Waiting for the transfer to my next flight [winking emoticon].”
Now I have to go back to my studies after 3 weeks of travelling and chilling with mom. I will probably study the whole summer too, because I am afraid of going back to Uzbekistan for my holidays. You never know what plans mothers have for their sons.