When a person comes from abroad, even if they bring their whole life with them, they don’t have a problem with it. At the mothers’ group, I sat down and read how mothers talked about how they left the hospital after giving birth.
Indeed, some mothers are happy to write and post pictures. But some of them will not be able to write, and some of them will even write the story of their pain. I want to say something to men and parents and in-laws with sons.
If you don’t love the daughter you grew up loving like a human flower like her parents, then don’t lack love. Don’t leave your daughter-in-law, who just got married and gave birth to your offspring, with a lot of grief, and don’t take a sin that you can’t bear even on your own.
It’s a sin! I’m not saying to do what people don’t do. When you are given the life of a person who is comparable to the amount of rice standing on the grain of a grain of rice…
It is one of the rare days in his life. It’s a request for someone who is holding a nail and holding it in his arms. It’s easy, easy, if you want to make them happy.
It’s bad. But luckily, it seems that there are few that are so bad. Is it necessary to make my daughter-in-law angry by saying that she is an imitation child of mine and yours if she is not ashamed when she is born, she has not been kissed, she has not been greeted with gentle words, she has not run around holding tea?!
Remember when you were a child and you were suddenly born to go back to your beautiful days. When that grandchild is so beautiful, your daughter-in-law is 100% of the family, it’s hard work… It’s immeasurable how much intelligent family upbringing and emotional love are behind intelligent fathers.
How can you treat a person who has brought a human body like this, even though you anoint someone who came from abroad? Let there be few anthropomorphists who kill the few beautiful days in a woman’s life without manners and humanity.
May God have mercy on all the mothers who are crying after expressing their babies, and you must take comfort from your tears…