Happy (late) New Year.
Many of us are still recovering from the holidays- the overspending, the overeating:
The time with family.
Don’t get me wrong, spending time with family can be great, but it can also be a pain in the neck. Especially with in-laws.
My friend and I were talking about in-law relationships recently when she asked, “Why are they so hard? What’s the deal with in-laws?”
It really comes down to permission.
I don’t mean the act of asking permission. I define permission as how receptive someone is to you or your message. The more receptive they are, the more permission you have, and vice versa.
The problem with in-law relationships is that in-laws often feel that they have more permission than they really do. Meaning, they feel we are more receptive to their influence than we actually are.
When you think about it it makes sense as to why: when we first meet our future spouses we are overly polite and bend over backwards to get our future in-laws to like us. Which means we let the small annoyances go and overlook the nosiness of our future mother-in-law or the pushiness of our future father-in-law and just figure it’s more important that everybody get along.
Which is fine until we actually get married and the little things we overlooked become big things. But because we overlooked them in the first place we’ve now sent the message that asking when we’re going to have children already or suggesting we have the Smiths over for dinner because, well, didn’t they have you over last month, and it is important you reciprocate- is just fine with us. Except that it’s not.
As I was working on writing this post I asked my husband Kevin for an example of in-law permission, figuring since we are temporarily living with my parents, he’d have plenty of examples.
“Your mom’s brutal honesty,” he said without even pausing to think. “She didn’t have permission with me to be so honest.” This is the woman who, when I said we were thinking about having children, said, “aren’t you too old to have kids?” Ouch. (In her defense she said it out of concern, not to be mean.) She’s equally honest with Kevin, not understanding that when he asks how she likes a meal he prepared (he’s a professional chef) a simple, “It’s great, thanks!” is appropriate. His feelings have been hurt more than once.
“What changed?” I asked, knowing that it bothers him much less than it used to. “Well,” he said, “I now know your mom a lot better and know that’s just her way. It’s also comforting to know that if I want the truth I can go to her and be sure to get it. There’s no bull with your mom, and I like that.” Which is the beauty about my mom. What you see is what you get, which, when you think about it, is so rare in today’s world.
The Permission Principle states: “The amount of permission we have is directly related to the strength and quality of our relationships.” When my mom and Kevin were first getting to know each other she didn’t have permission to be brutally honest. But as their relationship grew, so did the permission.
Lack of permission (read: boundary crossing) is detrimental to relationships, sure. But if we realize that the forced “instant intimacy” between the in-laws and the new spouse contributes to the false sense of permission, we might think about giving our in-laws a little more grace.
Now that the holidays are over and they’ve gone back home that is.



