My MIL was imperfect. She made huge mistakes in her parenting and was often difficult to deal with. I was often overwhelmed by her and avoided spending extended periods with her because I couldn't take it.
She was also, despite her flaws, a loving person with a generous spirit. She was a safe haven when I needed one- like when I left my parents' home in tears on Christmas night and knew that I could drive straight to MILs where I would be welcome and loved and treated with kindness.
We lost her two years ago. She used to nag me about when DH and and I would have a baby and at one point I told her we just couldn't to shut her up. I wish with all my heart that she was here now. She'd make me nuts and I'd probably refuse to answer the phone half the time and wish she'd back off. I know that. If she was here I wouldn't appreciate her.
I wish she was here. I wish she was here to take for granted and to roll my eyes at and to dogde phonecalls from. I wish she was here to give me parenting advice I'd never take. I wish she was here to bug me about a thousand things that don't matter. I wish, most of all, that she was here to light up at the idea of her grandchild.
I wish I had not wished quite so often that she'd go away. It's not nearly as peaceful as I'd thought it would be.
I don't know that there's a point here or a moral or a lesson or advice for anyone to follow. I don't know that there needs to be.
But today? Today I miss my MIL.