Meeting the Parents

Jason’s mom came to visit in late March. I was a bundle of nerves about meeting her, and each sly poke from a friend with a sideways glance and a “So….meeting the mother-in-law, eh?” made it harder. It’s difficult enough trying to make a good impression on your boyfriend’s mom without the thought that she may well hate you for the better part of the next forty years if your relationship takes the next step. It’s like an interview with the boss after you already have the job.

I needn’t have worried. Moms always love me, because I can crank on the charm at will, making me the Eddie Haskell of girlfriends. The last serious relationship I was in, the mother credited me in front of her son for making him a good person, which was a lovely compliment save for the implication that even though moms are supposed to love you unconditionally, prior to the point in time where we started dating, he was on a mental checklist as “not making the grade”. She still sent me birthday cards for years after we broke up. She may well have loved me more than her son did!

Jason’s mom was to be in town for a week; we were supposed to meet as a group for dinner on Wednesday, and then I expected I would be on my own for the rest of the time, as Jason and his brother spent time with their mom. Instead, I was invited to everything that week. She said I was a member of the family now, said she’d told everyone about me, and invited me along on a family trip this fall–it really could not have gone better.

I can only hope that Jason’s first meeting with my mom next month goes as well. My hopes aren’t particularly high, as on one occasion, she asked me “Is Jason Jewish? Because he looks a little Jew-y*” and on another occasion, she was concerned that I was out on a daytrip with Tristan without Jason because I “wouldn’t want to be with one of those jealous guys who turns out to be a beater**.” So apparently she’s got an impression of him already as some sort of Jewish girlfriend-beater. However, she’s also supposedly “desperately in love” with someone she met on though they’ve never met in person and I “couldn’t possibly understand because [I’ve] never felt that way before”…so let’s take alllllllllllllll of that with heaping tablespoon of salt.

*Wow, mom. W-O-W. **Here I burst into hysterical laughter and said “I can’t even begin to describe the number of things wrong with that statement.” When I turned to Tristan and related my mom’s sentiment, he started laughing and said “Maybe I could see YOU beating HIM but not the other way around.”

8 Comments Meeting the Parents

  1. scearley May 31, 2011 at 6:17 pm

    If your mom brings up the Jewish bit again mention that she shouldn’t worry, he’s no longer Jewish but he still sacrifices a Christian baby as Passover for old time’s sake.

    1. admin May 31, 2011 at 6:22 pm

      HAHAHA! It couldn’t make things worse.

      1. scearley May 31, 2011 at 6:24 pm

        alternately you could point out (“Good news, mom!”) that while Maimonides, back in the 12th century stated that the purpose of circumcision amongst the Jews was connected to a method of removing pleasure from the male sex act, he couldn’t have been more wrong!

  2. princessgeek May 31, 2011 at 8:53 pm

    Just tell her it’s ok, he’s only Jewish from the waist down.

  3. faerieburst May 31, 2011 at 10:11 pm

    I’m gonna leave the your mom part alone, ’cause really, what is there to say.

    I AM gonna comment on the his mom part, and my comment is:

    YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! ::kermit arms::

    The end.


  4. lady_sotha June 1, 2011 at 5:46 am

    To hell with what your mom says, and a big WOOT! to his Mom loving you! It sounds adorable and cheek-grabbing worthy, so AWWWWWWWWWWW!

  5. gray_jedi June 1, 2011 at 7:35 pm

    I don’t know if I’m happy or sad that your mom still knows how to bring the crazy.

    Jason’s mom does sound pretty awesome. 🙂

  6. pikefish June 5, 2011 at 7:49 am

    Jewish girlfriend beater! poor guy! can’t wait to hear all about it!

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