I have never actually spoken to my mother-in-law. You see, she does not speak English and I do not speak Romanian. So we have only conversed through translators, my husband or his siblings. And that is not quite the same. But when I am with her I know I am loved. Her smile beams. Her hugs are almost suffocating. Her kisses on my cheek are warm and comforting. This is Mama.
For all the gush that she bestows on me, you might almost miss the rock-solid, powerful strength that lingers underneath. This is a woman who has seen and experienced much. This is a woman of great faith. This is a woman to be admired. This is Venera Dima. Continue reading