By Megan Peters
I am sure many of you have your stories of how you met your fiancés parents, as do I. However this is not going to be about me meeting the parents, it is about my parents meeting his.
Let me give you a little background information first. I was born and raised in California by a couple of very liberal parents. Where as my fiancés side of the family comes from Palestine and is on the more conservative side.
So naturally both my fiancé and I were nervous for our parents to get together to meet. We laughed it off saying it was going to be like the movie Meet the Fockers. Where the straight edge parents meet the classic hippy parents. Well our situation isn’t quite to that extreme but we came close to it.
My fiancés parents invited my parents over for some evening tea and desert. My parents happily accepted the invitation and were excited but nervous to meet them. Since this meeting had been much anticipated because my fiancé and I had dated for five years and our parents had never met. My parents also know that my fiancé will be the first in his family to marry an American woman, so they wanted to make a good impression.
The evening began with my mother getting ready with the help from my niece and sister. My mom wanted everything to be perfect so she enlisted help. My parents met us at our house and we went from there. My parents asked us millions of questions about Sam’s parents on the drive over. To try to get a sense of what kind of people future in-laws are like.
We arrived and walked up to the house, rang the doorbell and the parent’s all politely met each other. They invited us in to sit down and then the night officially began.
The night was filled with small talk about gardening, cooking, and us getting married. Most of the time I could hardly believe that my parents were sitting in their living room. It seemed like just yesterday that I was the one who had just met them and had to wait till we were engaged to do so. And now we were all sitting there chatting away like one big happy family.
It all went very smoothly, especially for two very different types of families, one conservative and the other not. Then I got to thinking if a Muslim family could come together with a Christian hippy one happily then maybe we could inspire others to make it work. After all it is about co-exiting isn’t it?
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Keep posting stuff like this i really like it
That’s cool too bad your parents did not smoke a doobe b4 meeting moms and pops or did they lol
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