The son asked what to give the daughter-in-law for her birthday, so I advised him to make a practical gift, but who knew that she would react so much.

Money is not important. But their number is a completely different matter! Who is a joke, and who is a modest everyday irony of our days. Money cannot buy happiness, but it can simplify life. Make it more comfortable and reliable. And the attitude to money can reveal the true essence of man. What devils are not found in that pool...



My parents and grandparents taught me to live on the principle of “everything in the family”. Buy something for the house first. There will be money left – you can treat yourself to something. But husband and children come first!

It was this rule that helped me rebuild the house and put two children on my feet. They gave them a good education and paid for each wedding. I have learned to save and save money for the reserve, so they are always in our family.



I'm not young anymore, I met my 55 last year. But I remember the golden days of my youth, when guests were more joyful than gifts. No one has ever made a mess about it. Everything was purely symbolic. It's from the heart! There was no talk of money as a gift.

I remember the set that my colleagues gave for their 30th birthday. This luxury was supposed to stand in the sidewalk, in the most prominent place! None of those porcelain cups drank tea because they were expensive as a memory.

And when my husband asked me what to give for my birthday or March 8, I always ordered only the necessary and useful things. My husband is a very smart, economic man. The vacuum cleaner will give me a set of pots, a new iron or pans. Why not enjoy what I use every day?



Who is a good hostess? I don’t have Plyushkin syndrome, so things don’t get dusty in closets and mezzanine. I try to use everything they give me. I received perfume from my sister, for example. Not exactly my scent, but throwing it away is pathetic. You can splash once a month. Or if my daughter did not fit lipstick, mascara or thing - with gratitude take myself. I sewed it, I sewed it, so it's a new one for you. And you don't spend too much money.

Yeah, I'm missing something! Even if homemade stew rises, I will instantly put it on the pan, then in the cakes. And eat so you can't drag it by the ears. When the compote sours, I don't spill it. Dilute with boiling water, sweeten a little, no one will notice the difference.



That's how I was raised. The hostess should do everything for her family. That's why I have supplies for any case of life. A bag of sugar and buckwheat, a pack of pasta, flour and salt. That's what Grandma taught. He knows what hunger and hardship are.

Perhaps we did not get along with Natasha because of different views on family economy and household. This is my sister-in-law. Not Natasha, Natalie. She likes to be called that. And behaving appropriately. No matter how much money your son doesn't give her, he'll take over. Pure selfish. Every time we see her, she's new. The skirt is new, the bag is. There are so many cosmetics that you can even hand out in the bazaar. That's who the money is. The main thing is to have more!



How many times did my son and I argue over this stuff? He's for his wife, obviously. Says Natasha works, has the right to spend money on herself. But I know she's just a mouthful, not a job. I go to visit my son - everything is poor, simple. Natalie doesn't like cooking. It's easier for her to order delivery from the restaurant. Sloth!

My son once asked me for advice on what to give my wife for her 25th birthday. I wanted to give him money, but I stopped him. He's squandering again. I advised you to make a useful gift. At least the same food processor. Maybe a daughter-in-law would be better off feeding her son.



The child listened to me and chose an expensive fancy harvester of a famous brand. I would jump to the ceiling with such beauty. He squeezes the juice and cuts the potatoes and kneads the dough. With an assistant like that in the kitchen, it would take minutes, not hours. What about Natalie? She put on an unforgettable “show” at the party. The guests are still uncomfortable...

Money is not the main thing The daughter-in-law was not offended. Natalie was furious. She did not have either the mind or tact to not throw out claims to her husband right in the middle of the feast.
All the guests came to the restaurant with gifts. My dad and I were, too. They gave me a cash envelope. I don't know what else she needs in the kitchen. As soon as our mamsel printed out her son's gift, it all went red.

I begged the rest of the restaurant, “What are you talking about?” That I can't cook, or should I be your cook? You probably wanted to give this to your mom? I hit a tirade and said I wouldn't say no. The daughter-in-law just threw “take it!”, stuck a box in my hands and walked away, angrily pinching her heels.



The son immediately rushed after her. And here's the picture in oil: everyone is sitting at the table, like a bag of dust nailed. They clap their eyes at each other. They do not know whether to leave, or a traitor to wait and eat. I'm sitting alone happy. I got a gift and got a valuable thing.

We talked to our sister about this, but could not come to a consensus. Did my daughter-in-law have the right to be so intemperate and shame my child? Maybe I was wrong about something? Help me judge!