A Grandmother’s Wisdom and a Daughter-in-Law’s Realization

I’m 51 years old, and my husband and I have been working hard in Atlanta for 30 years. We only own a four-bedroom house in Atlanta.

I got married early and had my grandchild when I was 44. When my granddaughter was over a year old, the government just lifted its two-child restriction, and I started urging my daughter-in-law to have a second child every day.

Because my husband is an only child, and we only had one son, we desire a grandchild to complete the “good” character.

But my daughter-in-law disagreed, and my son listened to her, stating our family’s financial position isn’t excellent, and one daughter is plenty.

So I argued with my son and daughter-in-law every day.

My daughter-in-law stated she couldn’t take it anymore and moved back to her mom’s apartment, taking my granddaughter with her. My daughter-in-law is an only child from a single-parent home, and her mom has already retired.

Before she went, she furiously warned us, “I’m not a breeding tool! If you desire a second kid, have one yourself! Why should I be obligated to have one for you?”

My kid had no option but to follow her to her mom’s apartment, which made me even angrier.

I wanted my daughter-in-law to have a second child, so we could have a dynamic family with two kids. But not only did I not receive that, my own son even relocated to his mom-in-law’s residence, which was simply too handy for her.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I grew. I remembered what my daughter-in-law said before she left, and I thought of how actress Yener Jiang had a second kid at 47.

I was 46 at the time, and I felt I could do it too.

I discussed my concept with my spouse, and he was pleased, like he had been shot with chicken blood.

A month later, I naturally got pregnant, which made my husband, my parents, and myself incredibly pleased.

We didn’t notify my son and daughter-in-law about my pregnancy.

They didn’t even ask or come back, like we were strangers.

It wasn’t until after I gave birth to my second kid that my mom eagerly told my son.

They only discovered then that I had truly had a second kid, giving my granddaughter a little uncle who’s two years younger.

Just as we were all enjoying our bliss, my son and daughter-in-law came back, and my daughter-in-law sought a divorce.

I was astonished. I merely wanted a second kid, not to make my son get divorced. I didn’t know what to do.

My 95-year-old mom gently responded, “Daughter-in-law, if you want a divorce, that’s okay. My son is still young, and it’s not hard for him to remarry.

But you need to consider things thoroughly. Do you want your daughter to grow up in a single-parent home like you did? Or do you want to remarry and find her a stepdad?

You’re 46 now, and having a second kid is no big thing. You don’t need to raise the kid yourself, and you know why? It’s because you’re in terrific physical form, and not only will the child be clever, but you’ll also live a long life.

Look at me, I’m 95 and still healthy, and I can take care of my grandkids and support my daughter-in-law during her postpartum recovery.

In the future, you’ll live to be 100, watching your tiny guy grow up and get married, and you won’t be a burden to anybody.

You young folks are just too selfish, always thinking about your personal happiness.

Think about it: in a few years, I won’t be able to take care of myself, and my big daughter, your aunt, will be in her 70s. Will she be able to take care of me?

She can cook for me, but I’ll still need my young son and daughter-in-law to take care of me.

Now that I’ve had a second kid, it’s really lessening the burden of taking care of me in the future for you.

Look around; all those folks who had children naturally in their 40s and 50s are enjoying long lives, aren’t they?

My sister had five kids, and the youngest was born when she was 50. She’s now 98 and still quite vibrant.

And there are those neighbors, Liu and Zhang, who are all incredibly healthy and long-lived. They didn’t have their kids till their 40s and 50s, did they?.”

My daughter-in-law immediately said, weeping, “Mom, I’m sorry. I was so selfish and just thought about myself.

I’m sorry, I won’t get a divorce. I’ll work with everyone to make our lives better.”

Now my little boy is five and attends school. To stop his feeling inferior, we’ve begun paying attention to our physical appearance, dressing nicely, and exercising.

We’ve even placed working out on our calendar, and we feel younger and younger. People can’t even tell I’m over 50.